Gotta have a heart. Lots and lots of heart. The turkey is saved this year. No pope’s nose for me. For the past years, I started a tradition with my neighbor to celebrate Thanksgiving, potluck style. Since my next door … Continue reading
wearing the same outfit
black turtle neck, black jacket, black coat. Can I tell the difference?
young and older,
spitting image. It was Remembrance Day. Father was in town for the legion
to commemorate Remembrance Day. Where have you been hiding this young lady?
asked Father to Son. Where have you been hiding your father?
a thought I kept to myself for the Son. He was an army pilot during World War II. Father survived the war,
got married, raised a
family of four. I was happy to meet Father but
death came to soon. He died
in his own
hands. Why? Have you seen a
grown man cry?
Son was inconsolable. In Father’s bedroom
there I sat on his bed and lit
a candle to say a little prayer
and left the candle burning
by the bedside table. WHO LIT A CANDLE! Scream came out of Son’s mouth
hush, it was me, hush
wishing I could take away his
pain. Thanksgiving Day
time to scatter the ashes on top
of the mountain
overlooking the lake. One by one
the family took handful of ashes
blown to smithereens
carried by the wind. Mine placed in a small container
for Father’s ashes to bury him
at the cemetery. At the foot of the Sakura tree
is where I buried his ashes
near Mother’s resting place. Father’s bible was given to me
in memory of Son’s Father. There is no answer to Why. Remembrance Day
will always remind
me of Father and Son. Related articles
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Is there really a Turkey in Russia?
I have no religious overtones, yet like many creatures blessed with the great fortune of being alive I strive to find meaning and purpose in my seemingly complex existence. It is towards these ends that I struggle with great effort.
Thank you, Rick.
not one who prepares his mind
for a particular message that he
wants or expects to hear,
but is one who remains empty
because he knows that he can never
expect to anticipate the words
that will transform his
darkness into light. He does not demand
light instead of darkness. He waits on the Word of God
and when he is “answered,”
it is not so much by a word
that burst into his silence. It is by his silence itself,
revealing itself to him as
a word of great power,
full of the voice of God. Thomas Merton from Dialogues with Silence
Source: Parabola Fall 2004 page 71
Thanksgiving celebration feels like Christmas and Easter to me. It’s the sharing, giving and gratitude. Where I came from, Philippines, it’s not part of a tradition since every day is Thanksgiving Day. Now that we are in Canada, we embrace … Continue reading
Our Thanksgiving Prayer
I am grateful to be alive, Lord. I’m breathing.
Time passes quickly, and I forget that all life is gift from You Who are breathing me into life moment by moment. Help me to be present in the sacrament of each moment – to where You are with me right now.
I am grateful to you for every moment of life You give me.
Source: Little Flower
“I have noticed in all the serious circumstances of my life that nature always reflected the image of my soul. On days filled with tears the heavens cried along with me; on days of joy the sun sent forth its joyful rays in profusion, and the blue skies were not obscured by a single cloud.”
Our Thanksgiving Prayer
Thank you for the variety of seasons and moods in my life.
Thank you for the love affair You have with me and the whole creation reflected in the changing seasons of sun, shadows, transformations, dormancy and renewed life; seasons of light, darkness, rain, heat, cold and warmth, worry and warmth.
Thank you for the exchange and intimacy of life I so often take for granted.
Source: Little Flower
Labour day may have arrived, some children are back to school and it may have rained just for one day on the first day of school, it is still summer. As soon as the rain is over, we need an umbrella to protect ourselves from the sun. We just don’t want to ruin our milky skin tone complexion. Using an umbrella is one the best way to prevent skin cancer.
Oh, the adventures of summer is never-ending. Having tea party and enjoying the cool drink under the canopy of red grapes is a delightful way to pass the warm humid days. Women talking about the latest fashion, men discussing how to solve the world’s program and the children running around the gazebo chasing each other.
As for the children, they need cooling, too. The water park is their favorite spot to get wet, wild and weary. They could never run out of ideas and imagination playing with their much-loved toys the dinosaurs.
Summer will continue until September 21. With the blue skies and no clouds on sight, who needs the weatherman? The garden will keep on blooming, the apple tree is thick with little green apple fruit, the figs and plums are in abundance, laundry will still hang outside to dry. I will carry on with my walks down the lake to enjoy the people canoeing, dragonflies hovering around, turtles sunbathing, bees feasting on the fuchsia flowers and enjoy the farmers market.
When I see the fat lady sings at farmers market, then I can say, Thanksgiving Day is just around the corner.
Sometimes it can be difficult to be thankful when you feel miserable. That misery usually becomes worse when well meaning people remind you of what you should be thankful for. So, let me offer a prayer of gratitude for all who struggle with depression, or any other mental or emotional condition.
- Thank you for giving me the courage to get up and face another day, and the stamina to work for health.
- Thank you for holding me close when I have wanted to end my life, and for holding others who did die from depression, bipolar, or schizophrenia.
- Thank you also for understanding when I couldn’t get myself out of bed to go to mass or feared confession because the very thought of facing my sins only made me feel more unworthy of love.
- Thank you for providing the ability to hold up my head when people judged me, gossiped about me, or backed away during the times I became ill. Likewise, for granting me patience and understanding when those who saw me at my worst could not accept my health and so treated me as if I were still “fragile.”
- Thank you for teaching me how to carry my cross for love of you, focusing on you rather than my specific pains. I know I don’t do that perfectly but you don’t care and for that I am most grateful.
- Thank you for modern medicine, competent therapists and spiritual directors, understanding clergy, and Saints who had mental health difficulties. These can bolster my hope, lessen my sense of isolation, and even make me healthier.
- Thank you especially for those moments, days, and sometimes months of remission when joy and a clear mind return. These are a foretaste of what heaven will be like after I have finished fighting the good fight in faith and hope.
- Most of all thank you for accepting the offering of my imperfect, broken, and sick self at mass and responding by feeding and strengthening my soul with the Eucharist.
For all these things I thank you. Amen.
A weekend lost was a weekend found
God has numerous wonderful plans in store for me.
His love is the most selfless and everlasting love.
I cannot put into words how thankful I am
to be surrounded with people who love me
and go that extra mile to make me happy.
Sometimes the adults wonder what the children are thinking. Most importantly, sometimes we wonder whether we have raised the children well. We can only hope that they are safe and sound when we are not around to protect them.
This is an instagram from “becca”, my youngest brother’s daughter who is more than happy to share it with me.
These are her words, the breaks and italics are mine.
I must have been a Buddhist in my previous life. For the life of me, I cannot harm any insect as I gain consciousness that they are sentient beings, too, just like me. For one, they are the best gardener. They toil the earth and that’s all they do. A single act that causes the garden to flourish. So, when I see an earthworm that lost its way, I make sure that I move it to the earth and grassy spot where it can burrow itself into the ground.Aren’t you glad at least that the earthworms
Under the grass are ignorant, as they eat the earth,
Of the good they confer on us, that their silence
Isn’t a silent reproof for our bad manners,
Our never casting earthward a crumb of thanks
For their keeping the soil from packing so tight
That no root, however determined, could pierce it? Imagine if they suspected how much we owe them,
How the weight of our debt would crush us
Even if they enjoyed keeping the grass alive,
The garden flowers and vegetables, the clover,
And wanted nothing that we could give them,
Not even the merest nod of acknowledgment.
A debt to angels would be easy in comparison,
Bright, weightless creatures of cloud, who serve
An even brighter and lighter master. Lucky for us they don’t know what they’re doing,
These puny anonymous creatures of dark and damp
Who eat simply to live, with no more sense of mission
Than nature feels in providing for our survival.
Better save our gratitude for a friend
Who gives us more than we can give in return
And never hints she’s waiting for reciprocity. Worms by Carl Deniss
Morning walk to the train station is a beginning of my workday. One can only be filled with awe seeing a painted sky and feel the gratitude of a new day. I face the east only to see the sun starting to rise, welcomes and greets me: Good Morning.
Spirit who comes out of the East, come to me with the power of the East, the light of the rising sun. Let there be light on the path I walk. Let me remember always that you give the gift of a new day and let me never be burdened with sorrow by not starting over.
As I step out of the office is a beginning of an evening; a beautiful horizon at the west as the sun starts to descend, bids adieu and so long: Good Night.
Great Life Giving Spirit, I face the West, the direction of sundown. Let me remember every day that the moment will come when my sun will go down. Never let me forget that I must fade into you. Give me beautiful color; give me a great sky for setting so that when it is time to meet you, I come with glory.
In between this time is laden with new beginnings. One has to be in tune with the surroundings, pay attention and most importantly keep my ears opened to any whisperings: the rustling of the winds, the cry of the gulls or the high-pitch sound. When I hear that sound, I have to stop and be still. I know that sound. It is somewhat surprising to listen to it in the busy city just outside where I work. Mind you, this is a residential area where garden abounds.
Finally, I see it. Hummingbird! Seeing this precious little thing is a beginning of an exciting afternoon break that I must tell any passersby who are willing to listen to me. They, too, became excited. And in the end, they are thankful to experience the sight and sound of a hummingbird.
It doesn’t end here.
Another sighting of another hummer that is doing its mating call and dance happened. Have you ever seen how it courts a female hummer? The male sounds off the most incredible ear-piercing soft sound, will sky-rocket way up high and dives down. It does this maneuver over and over. What an accelerating experience.
I was looking like a fool until someone joined me in this marvelous dance of life. Soon, it will be a beginning of a baby hummer. Hopefully.
i thank You God for most this amazing
i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
Source: David Lose
Not that I get to celebrate Thanksgiving in October the Canadian Way, I am celebrating the American and the Jewish tradition as well.
HAPPY MENURKEY DAY !!!!
Holy One of Blessing, may all the different peoples, cultures, traditions and lifestyles that constitute America work together to share what we have with those in need. – Rabbi Laura Geller
We celebrate this day as a nation of people who have been blessed more than any other people on the face of the earth and at any time. We acknowledge you as the giver of the good we so easily take for granted. Forgive us as we are a forgetful people. Grant us on thisThanksgiving Day, the time to reflect on all the ways you have blessed each of us who has gathered. Increase our understanding of your ways, defeat us when we use our blessings for selfish gain, and remind us to love one another. ~ Christian Blessings
Coming from the Philippines, we do not have such thing as Thanksgiving Day for we give thanks every moment and every day.
It has been over 70,000 years since Thanksgiving and Hanukkah overlapped and today is the gravy for the celebration. Don’t know when the next time it will happen again and I will make sure I will live it up, today!
See, I told you it will be a Perfect Day.
Thanksgiving season he posted Attention: No More Thanksgiving. What a turkey. So I started this conversation with him:
(Click on the photo to take you to Mr. DaG’s site)
Seeker: Turkey you say? A question for you. How do you keep a turkey in suspense?
DaG: Send him to the Twilight Zone ?
Seeker: Twilight zone is good but my answer to you is: I’ll tell you tomorrow. 8=))
DaG: OK. You are now an official member of our “Let’s Play the Game Club” on this blog.
Don’t you just love a good banter every now and then? Commenting is always good.
The month of October is big in our family, too many birthday celebrations. By the end of the month, there goes my savings. Mother and Father must have been so busy just after Christmas and New Year’s. Did I count the gestational months correctly? Nine months of incubation, right?
The first three consecutive days of October 1-2-3 followed by October 10, 17, 28, 30 are the days of birth. I know I’ve missed some dates.
To top this, Canada celebrates Thanksgiving Day the second Monday of October the same as USofA. Thank goodness, we abolished adult birthday celebrations and gift giving except for children.
We celebrate Thanksgiving Day instead to be thankful for the gift of family. There is just too much love going around, can’t get enough of it, not to mention food.
This year there will be an extra celebration because my niece will be graduating from University.
Celebration might be postponed at the later part of month due to absences of a few people going on vacations.
Married siblings are doing the Love boat style, cruising, and home away from home. We just waved goodbye to them recently. The three stooges, nephews of the same age who grew up closely, will be visiting the Philippines to meet older cousin. And I will be away to do the annual pilgrimage walking the earth for 15 days.
Time for another foot spa.
There will be plenty of stories to go around when we meet on Thanksgiving Day whatever date will that be.