Happy Thanksgiving

Birgitt Bolton birgitt at worldchat.com
Mon Oct 13 20:26:13 PDT 1997


Well, the turkey has been had, the bones in the pot for soup and a
wonderful Thanksgiving was enjoyed by us  here in the Canadian context.
So...Happy Thanksgiving to you.

The weekend was balmy, and wonderful in every possible way. Joy! For me, I
spent the weekend gardening, getting everything ready for winter(which
despite the calendar, is scheduled to start tomorrow judging by the
forecast) adding four yards of dirt and manure to the flower beds in the
front, having first dug out about two thirds of the perennials so that the
remaining ones could grow. Gardening when the weather is nice and when its
Thanksgiving is good. I always make sure there is plenty of beer and wine,
and extra shovels. The guests who drop by pitch in (literally) and by the
time enough beer and wine is consumed we are all expert gardeners, with
great advice on how things should be planted and how they should grow.
Funny thing though, nature has a way of taking care of this without our
wisdom.

And with the friends I have, there were lots of gardening metaphors for
open space, not least of which had to do with shovelling the manure. So,
they will be metaphors that some of us can tell at OSONOS - fact or
fiction, they should be fun. At least it was fun creating them.

And speaking of OSONOS, the weather is turning very cold beginning
tomorrow. It might warm up again, but don't count on it as you are heading
this way. I can't wait to see you and to meet those of you I don't know. I
really would like to know who is on this list serve?

And just to give thanks on this day of thanksgiving and having included you
in my thanks for you who are working to bring open space where it is
needed, I wish to share with you my favourite poem, and hope that you might
enjoy it too.

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)


e.e. cummings




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