Thanksgiving and those unrealized moments of relationships colliding all around us, and still, we wander, as if this to is a reality that matters. Weird!
Letting it be thus, that's not always the way I seek surrender(ing). More than a falling back upon or into it, I like surrender that moves forward, arches its back, and comes right into itself. Like a wave, crashing upon a reef, or, an eagle in a rain storm, flying, flying, flying ever higher, not focused on the rain, or the wind, just knowing that where it's headed and why, are what propels the flight. That steady flapping of its wings..
Holidays(to me) were meant for love and honesty, caring and the expressing of something other than those tin hearted smiles that you use so often to get through another day. So, this Holiday, care some, or at least say that you don't. It will go down better for those asking you to pass the potatoes, if for a change, you were at least more real than the gravy..
