"Thankful Thoughts" © Rolly A. Chabot
For us Canadians it is Thanksgiving Day. A day set aside traditionally to give thanks for all we have. To our neighbours to the South in the US you need to wait until November.
This is a special time of the year when we gather and think of all we are thankful for and yet there is so many things daily we can reflect on when we look at others throughout the world who suffer daily in search of what we have right at our fingertips. We are truly blessed when you think of it, really we could have been born in places like the great need.
Quigley is prancing around the house today. Rather proud of herself you see she got a new haircut. Dad has been telling her how beautiful she looks and she is strutting her stuff. Too funny too watch. So she is waiting for you to arrive and please do the same or I will be left to deal with this indignant attitude...
Lets sit awhile and see where we go this day. It is always an adventure as nothing is really planned. Thus the explanation why what you read is all over the place. Above all as you read these humble offerings know that you are dearly loved and today is a day of being so thankful that you take the time.
Each Thanksgiving I can not help but think of a trip I had made into South Carolina on your weekend of Thanksgiving to a place just outside of Columbia SC to a smaller centre of Walterboro SC. I was at the time involved in Research and Development in the logging industry and represented the firm. We manufactured a massive piece of equipment that mounted on the front of a large tracked machine. One of many trips I made while in this position all over the USA. I so loved the different cultures.
I suppose that was before I became a tree hugger. In any case the one thing I learned no man spends the Thanksgiving holiday you have in the US alone in a hotel room. Larry my contact there made sure of that and picked me up early in the morning. The family took me to Church and shared their family meal with me then took me on an excursion that has been hard to forget. They called it the annual Alligator Hunt. Four men in a small boat floating through the the everglades hunting crocks.
I can tell you one thing. you do know how to be thankful. I know I was, I mean I was not eaten that day. Wonderful people you are and I thank you for the experience of the way you celebrate. I would class it as being your early Christmas where you gather as a family unit. I mean everyone comes, then Christmas is more for you immediate family. Well done America and hats off to you.
It is difficult to list all that I am thankful for this day. I started a list a few hours ago and this hub would be rejected because of length. The greatest treasure on can have in life is love. love and friendship and the fact when you lay your head down at night you know you have done what you are called to do and that is love.
I have been so very blessed to have been raised by two parents that not only taught the true meaning of love, they lived it through the the way the carried themselves. They were such a model to follow. I mean when you stop and think about it fellow writers we could have been born in far different circumstances. This place where I love in Canada is pure, clean and filled with much wonder.
Yes I know that some of you have suffered over the years through some hard times and my heart goes out to you, far more than you know. I have read some of your poems and your hubs and they are painful memories of childhoods that have brought you much pain. I have been there as well. Not so much through the hands of others but more through my own. Too you I wish I could take it all away and simple hold you close and tell you that you are dearly loved. If you are such a person that has suffered under the hand of another please know that you are loved here.
From The Old
I have been reminded of the great blessing of family and friends this weekend as I attending two functions that were far apart in years and tied together with a common bond of love. The first was a new marriage where two come together and pledge there love and commitment to each other. The next was one filled with a room of people, family and friends as a result of 50 years of marriage centered around love. Both were a blessing and a reawakening of being thankful of what I have in life.
One blessing was to again run into an old friend. A man who at the time made an impact on me. A man whom I lost track of for the past 50 years. I will be writing an auto biography on him. His name is Harry Rusk. Harry is a full bloodied Slavey Indian from here in Northern Canada. A man with an amazing story of healing of the past and dedication to making a difference. Harry has seen it all in the music world and is the recipient of many awards. He has been inducted in the Country Music Hall of Fame of the Grand Old Opry, the Canadian Hall Of Country Music and a never ending list of contributions he has made. As I sat with Harry yesterday I asked him what the greatest key to life is and his answer was simple and he shared with me one word "Love."
May your weekend no matter where you be filled with that one one word "Love"... know that you are loved completely here at the Fireside... take that and hold it dearly as I do. Yes know that you are loved....
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