Well, the holidays are once again upon us. Time to go hunting for our sacrificial Tofurkey! Deep within the aisles of the co-op, armed only with my debit card, wearing my camoflage of jeans and Converse sneakers… I guess times have changed, huh?
But the act of giving thanks is still the same. A time for quiet contemplation, marking the harvest season’s end and the beginning of our winter introspection. And in these times of civil unrest and economic uncertainty, we are all feeling that need to reconnect to the source. To slow down and enjoy the simple rituals passed down to us from generations past. To glean wisdom from our ancestors, to whom civil unrest and economic uncertainty is no stranger.
In the midst of giblets and cranberry sauce, may we all find the opportunity to breathe deep, and quiet our minds enough to hear the voices of the past, reminding us of what is truly important in life: family & friends, laughter & love, and of course, giving thanks.
But the act of giving thanks is still the same. A time for quiet contemplation, marking the harvest season’s end and the beginning of our winter introspection. And in these times of civil unrest and economic uncertainty, we are all feeling that need to reconnect to the source. To slow down and enjoy the simple rituals passed down to us from generations past. To glean wisdom from our ancestors, to whom civil unrest and economic uncertainty is no stranger.
In the midst of giblets and cranberry sauce, may we all find the opportunity to breathe deep, and quiet our minds enough to hear the voices of the past, reminding us of what is truly important in life: family & friends, laughter & love, and of course, giving thanks.