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And as I press my hot coffee cup
hard against my chest,
I know this is the warmest
my heart will ever get.
I’m thankful for the times
That I have what I need
And everyone brave enough
To fight against greed.

Thankful for the roof above my head,
And the socks on my feet
And all the great food I get to make and eat.

Grateful for the love I’m able to give
And even more, the love that I get
For all of the places and faces
I’ll never forget.

Memories of rejoice,
And those that we mourn.
I’m thankful for everything I’ve got
And so much more…
I hate the origins and history of Thanksgiving, not only being Native American but also being a thinking, feeling person. Not to mention the occurrences out in North Dakota happening right now. It’s hard to be light and happy and present but it’s all the more necessary, even. We need the love and unity.
I do love the feeling behind the gatherings and the act of getting together with the ones that you love and expressing your gratitude for them through the simple act of being present and sharing the joy of indulgence.
A time of reflection upon blessings, for lack of a better word, is a beautiful thing and I think that congregating with loved ones is great grounds for this act of gratitude. A setting of love for appreciating what you love. What’s not to love??
And if that’s not what your Thanksgiving was, maybe have another one or, next year, celebrate it with ones that will he conductive to the grandeur of gratitude. And remember, it has a lot to do with you, too.
What stays on your mind,
no matter what you’re doing,
no matter what has your time…
What stays on your mind?
*****.
Dot the i.
Cross the t.
If a *****
Is what
I need
To be
A *****
Is what
You’ll see.
Into the woods I go
To fall in love
With the coyote’s souls
And let them
Eat me whole.
I lock my fingers together by the joints like Lincoln logs, there is no "lacing" there. But that's awkward too... so I just return to shakily picking my cuticles to the beat and trying not to puke all over my lap and feet.

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