Spiritual: November 25, 2015 Issue [#7333] |
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This week: Planksgiving 2015 Edited by: Shannon More Newsletters By This Editor
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Twas the night of Thanksgiving, but I just couldn't sleep.
I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned--the dark meat and white,
but I fought the temptation with all of my might.
Tossing and turning with anticipation,
the thought of a snack became infatuation.
So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
and gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.
I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
till all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky
With a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie.
But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees.......
happy eating to all---pass the cranberries, please!
~ Author Unknown
When I was a kid, Thanksgiving was a big deal. The family would gather together (parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends), someone would say grace, and we'd stuff our faces until our guts just couldn't hold any more. We kids would compete against each other in our favorite Atari games like Pong, Space Invaders, Centipede, Missile Command, Pitfall, Asteroids, Breakout, and Kaboom! till we passed out from exhaustion, and the "grown-ups" would sit around talking through the wee hours of the morning.
Now the family gathers at my house every year, or at least the family that lives in the same state. My husband and I spend all day cooking, the kids and their spouses/significant others/friends nibble on appetizers and visit, and right before we sit down to eat I take the annual Planksgiving photo.
Several years ago I heard about "planking" and just looking at the Google images makes me giggle. The whole thing is so ridiculous and pointless that I had to talk the family into replicating it, which resulted in the first-ever Planksgiving photo. A tradition was born.
We eat after the photo is taken (hard to pose like that when your belly's full), we visit, and we challenge each other to games like Nintendo's Snowboard Kids, Snowboard Kids 2, and the popular party game Wits & Wagers. But in our house Thanksgiving is really all about being thankful for what we have, expressing gratitude for our blessings, and enjoying each other's company.
How do you celebrate Thanksgiving? Are you surrounded by friends and loved ones, or do you bake a cornish game hen and call it good? Do you pray before you eat? Do you verbalize what you're thankful for? Do you play games and visit till the wee hours of the morning? Have you started a family tradition you'd like to share with the rest of the writing.com community? Send in your thoughts, comments, stories, and tell me what you're thankful for and I'll include them in next month's newsletter.
Happy Planksgiving!
Thank you for reading.
The day I give thanks for having a nose
Is Thanksgiving Day, for do you suppose
That Thanksgiving dinner would taste as good
If you couldn't smell it? I don't think it would.
Could apple pie baking---turkey that's basting
Not be for the smelling? Just be for tasting?
It's a cranberry-cinnamon-onion bouquet!
Be thankful for noses on Thanksgiving Day.
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The following is in response to "Samhain" :
amyjo-Keeping it real and fun! writes, "Amazing recipes. I plan to steal, um borrow them to try out at my children's house! They look very tasty! Thank you for this informative newsletter. I am glad to have a reference for my spiritual journey. Much appreciated!" Aw, thank you, Amyjo! You can steal ... er, borrow any recipe you like. After all I borrowed them myself.
ember_rain writes, "Some of us do both. Just finished putting out the tombstone graveyard, though this year we made wooden crosses and of course the fake bones and skulls. We decided to draw on the pumpkin instead of carving it so I can use it for pumpkin soup later. My alter will go up tomorrow as we start celebrating a day for different people we have lost--victims of gun violence, victims of the wars, our military and first responders. On October 31st itself we will remember all of the people we have personally lost and celebrate their lives. A big bonfire will be going in the front yard for the kids to dance and sing around as long as the rain holds off. It's my favorite holiday by far." That sounds like a great way to celebrate the holiday, Ember! I love how you mix it up for the kids, too. What a wonderful way to give them the best of both worlds!
Mia - craving colour writes, "A lovely reflection on Samhain. I particularly enjoyed the contrasts between Halloween and Samhain, as well as the description of the Silent Supper. Silence is something one finds little of in today's technologically overloaded environment. We could use more of it." Thank you, Mia! I'm glad you liked it, and I agree with you 100%: as they say, silence is golden.
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