Wednesday, November 9, 2016
This morning I woke up thinking, “Thanksgiving is in two weeks.”
And I know this is technically a “blog” but this isn’t a post about Thanksgiving traditions or Thanksgiving crafts or Thanksgiving recipes or Thanksgiving etiquette. So I should rephrase. I woke up this morning crying, and thought, “Thanksgiving is in two weeks. This holiday already makes me feel pain about the suffering of my Native brothers and sisters. What will I be thankful for this year?”
I’m sad and disillusioned today. The sky is falling. But I’m a rich white lady with a very easy life, so of all people, I can get a jumpstart on the thanksgiving. Today I am most thankful for my husband and my children. Rachel, of Rachel Takes Pictures, came to our house last weekend to get a few pictures of Zoe in her Halloween costume. There weren't going to be pictures of anyone else... so this is what the rest of us looked like. Imperfect. Well, not Chris, he’s got his life together, but I sure as shooting don’t.
I’m not expressing gratitude as a way to “move on” from all this political discussion because retreating from this nightmare is privilege, a luxury that many marginalized people do not enjoy.
I’m just trying to say that Thanksgiving is in two weeks, so I can find some peace and love and gratitude in my broken heart this morning. And for as long as I can, I’m going to listen, to donate, to reach out, to let that glimmer of peace and hope expand, to fill me, until I can arrive at my dinner table in the spirit of thanksgiving.