Stepping in Gratitude

One of my favorite times of year is the week before Thanksgiving Holiday…and until about 6pm that evening. In The United States it is a time of giving thanks. A magical time where everyone seems to be happy.

One week before thanksgiving there seems to be an overwhelming feeling of joy. People who normally do not speak throughout the day, suddenly greet every passerby “Happy Thanksgiving!” While I question their sudden joy or motive behind this sudden gladness, nevertheless, I will enjoy this time of joy all around.

While I still have mixed feelings about a holiday based off a time of genocide in attempt to bring families together in joy and gladness. I will focus on gratitude and gladness, but not without thinking about pain still existing from a bloodied past.

It is my hopes that We the People come together as one family and learn to Love one another. Despite differences, past, etc. it is a time to share in Love.

While I still believe everyday is meant to be a celebration and everyday can be a holiday, my hope is that others learn this daily practice too.*Note: I say until 6pm, because in recent years we adopted another culturally accepted tradition of ‘Black Friday,’ where it is ok to leave your families and go shopping for ‘doorbuster’ sales. 

*Sigh Where is our focus?

Stepping into the Canvas with everyday as a celebration. Not reserved for one day or another, but all days. With joy in our hearts, kindness in daily interactions and Love showing us the way, we shall not be led astray.

An Other Day

Another day or an other day…we get to choose. From first breath and every step along the way. We can remotely move or consciously choose. Remaining same or altering reality with singular thoughts.

A master painter looks to the brush, paints, canvas to convey a message. Trapped within constructs of reality, released with a single breath. Upon the Canvas, single strokes of pain, gladness and everything in between.

Colors blend or remain incompatible until the end. Vision unnoticed…often just before completion of tapestry found in a single breath, a thought, vision for what might be or unde.

We share our uniqueness with Great Mystery and Mystery returned. With joy and gladness, pain and suffering, we express our world as eyes interpret our own Canvas of Life. We give and receive, at beginning and end of another day.

Repetition or interchanging, interweaving each diurnal course…we get to choose. Whether forty-eight years of self or thirty years togetherness, today is our day to shine, paint, sing and dance to colors and melodies at heart.

Just for today we will have another day or we shall make An Other Day…Ani Po