Happy Thanksgiing– 09
Wow! Here it is! It’s November 27th and another Thanksgiving Day of celebration. And celebrate we did, with complete turkey fixings for us all, a full tummy, and tons of guilt about others who may not be so fortunate on this day, sadly tugging at our heartstrings.
I spent the day waiting for the turkey to cook and the feeding frenzy to begin and finish. I was quite content when the time came for us to feel filled and happy with turkey endorphins, and more than ready to put the day behind me and begin the Christmas countdown. God I’m getting jaded. Too many holidays in my life I guess. Far too much same-same-same going on in my mind. I crave something exotic. Something unexpected. Something not expected of me! Next year I want to be on a beach someplace, eating pineapple, and swaying in the wind from the ocean breezes. I don’t want to eat turkey or ham, and I don’t want to think about a time line. Enough of these holidays already!
I have to admit, I was also waiting anxiously for the exact moment to read the final fifty pages of Stephen King’s novel, “Under The Dome”. It’s an impressive 1,000 plus pages, and held me with it’s wondrous, believable, evil, and heroic characters. It’s oh so familiar small town mentality and psychology of its people, and the voice inflections and heartening familiarity of my home state, Maine.
Stephen King has the ability to unleash feelings in his readers with his probing and poetic writing ability. He leaves us with a guilty conscience without really meaning to expose our vulnerabilities. He has a way of giving life a long breathless pause and a mirror to peer into our minds as we try searching for the reasons of our existence. He leaves his fans pondering the sometime empty wastelands of our souls, stripped bare of essential layers in order to go on with our daily lives. He unearths those hidden and unfilled desires and helps us remember those unlit fires that still nudge us forward into the future and the will to survive. He also has the ability to allow us to explore those times of insanity, when our minds went amuck at some point in time, and we did something shameful or unforgivable. He allows us to dip into those shameful actions from the past, and those dark events that punched holes within our spirits and still eat at our minds in times of reflection and naked honesty. Within his words, we find ourselves reliving our past, not because we want to remember our history, but because we feel compelled to somehow atone for it. In the end we find forgiveness for ourselves and humanity. Not because we deserve it, but because it’s the only choice we have.
We must march forward into the future, and do the best we can with what we have, and hope with all our might, that our future generations will come together in some kind of sane and relevant solution for our planet. We must try living as brothers and sisters, and really allow our souls to find the torch of light within each of us.
I have faith.
Love, Jaye Bartlett