In the states, we’re celebrating Thanksgiving. It’s become one of my favorite holidays over the last few years. We do it pretty much stress-free. Craig and I cook together; he’ll make his famous mashed potatoes (from Yukon golds, yum) and I’ll make my yam-apple-pecan bake. This year I’m trying out a new recipe for cranberry relish, which involves maple syrup, apples and walnuts. Yum some more. I won’t be eating stuffing this year but I doubt I’ll miss it.
I’ll call my elderly aunt in northern California and my elderly cousin in southern California. I’ll call my son and daughter-in-law in Maine and give them a bad time again for not yet sending me any photos of Jenn pregnant. Then our neighbors, kids and all, will bring the roasted organic turkey across the street and we’ll sit down to feast together. It will be our last Thanksgiving here at Heron House. And I expect the shade of my beloved Pop will join us one more time.
I love this blessing for a family gathering from the Celtic Devotional by Caitlin Matthews (it applies to family of choice of course, as well as family of birth):
May the hearth be gladdened
by the laughter of children,
by the kinship of clan,
by the wisdom of elders,
by the memory of souls passing,
by the joy of souls yet to be born.
No word or thought to darken the day,
No remembrance or sorrow to trammel the night.
But sun, moon and stars to brighten the gathering,
Songs, smiles and stories to share their delight.
Thank YOU, dear readers, for reading my blog and being part of my extended family too. Blessed be.