Sunday, November 23, 2014

Quiet Reflection Sunday- Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving Day is my favorite holiday. A time for
family and friends and taking care of others. It's a time
for feeding birds and animals. A time for giving thanks.
A time for food!! I love food. I am fortunate that I am
able to select what I would like for Thanksgiving dinner.

Thanksgiving is also a time when I remember those who
have moved on. I miss them so.

This year there is a new addition to the family, my son
will be flying in from San Francisco and my daughter
is cooking.

Today I think about my mother and the past. We always
had a large crowd at Thanksgiving. All I'm going to say
is Catholic. I'm sure you get the idea. It would take days to plan, shop, cook and ugh, the clean up.

I see Thanksgiving as a process, an installation of love.
There is beauty and art from cutting the vegetables to
serving a feast.

So I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving.
I'm praying for those who will not be eating and
enjoying company on Thanksgiving.

One more thing, it would seriously be remiss of me not mention football!!  When is kick-off?


  1. lovely sentiment, thanksgiving as an installation.....

    1. I see a video of Thanksgiving prep and final result, a room with the stages laid out

  2. Thank you for this post Susan. It is a wonderful holiday that seems to get lost more and more it the wake of Christmas. I will remember to slow my mind this year and enjoy the simply like you mentioned of the beauty of even the colors of the food I will be prepping. Enjoy your holiday!

    1. You too! everyone tends to rush rush but Thanksgiving is a process in my mind

  3. What lovely thoughts, Susan. I wish you a wonderful Thanksgiving Day!

  4. sounds like you will have a wonderful day.

  5. You have written some wonderful thoughts about Thanksgiving.. .I think in all the hustle and rushing around we forget that there is more to the day than just cooking a big turkey dinner...


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