Thanksgiving

Enjoy your meals, your secret family recipes, your familial dysfunction, the jokes, the stories, the babies, the cousins, the parents, grandparents, great-grands, the neighbors who forgot to buy cranberry mix, the scenery, the football, the book you've neglected, the walk before the nap, the color in the trees, the solitude in which you indulge in order to get back in the game, the drive, the price of gas, the being cooped up in the car, the snippets of life you trade in the plane, the luck you have and the luck you're making, the nip in the air, the balm in the air, the incredible fact that there is something and not nothing, and more: enjoy your gratefulness.

Thank a Native, at least in your heart.

Give something.

Cry for a while.

Laugh your heart sore.

Hug the nearest being.

And then be grateful some more. It's OK. No one's looking.