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giving thanks ~ November 25, 2001 - 12:36 a.m. thanksgiving was beautiful, it always is. my fourth year having thanksgiving with the whole blue sun extended family. warm, beautiful people, amazing food, laughter, gorgeous children and mellow dogs. we make a circle before dinner, hold hands and go around, each of us saying what we're thankful for. I gave thanks for all the traveling I've done this year, all of my adventures on the road, but mostly I gave thanks that the road has always brought me home to this place, these people. ozone gave thanks for the crash and burn of his life, without which he would not have learned the meaning of community-- and people were thankful for all kinds of things, but again and again it echoed, our thanks for this beautiful community we've created, a community that nourishes us and sustains our spirits. and then the FOOD-- oh my lord, the full on thanksgiving spread, all the trimmings, and all vegan. we ate and talked and ate and talked. I made balloon animals for the kids, who ran around and around, crawling under the tables and chasing each other from room to room. after dinner, some cats got together and jammed on guitars and drum, and folks joined in where they knew the words, danced and rocked babies and smiled at each other with the easy joy of just being there together, in such good company. ozone was quiet and a little heavy, I'm sad that I've never known anything like this before, he told me. he said it was like the ache of using muscles long atrophied. but he loved it; I'd known he would. you couldn't share thanksgiving with us without feeling the love. we took turns in the dishroom, cleared and wiped the tables, swept and vacuumed the floor. we hugged each other goodbye and headed off into the leaves-and-woodsmoke smell of the november night, filled with good food and love. I do believe that thanksgiving has become my favorite holiday. since coming here, since finding the town that showed me what home and family really mean. since awakening to just how much I really have to be thankful for.
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