Yep. Unseasonably warm here in the Nation today..........and dry, we need some rain. Wauhilau here, back after a long hiatus. Lots of water under the bridge since my last visit here. Feeling a bit melancholy and nostalgic today, the Holidays always seem to bring this out of me, and since most folks are preparing their Holiday feast, and away from the box, I thought i would just vent some of these voluminous vortices of vexation and voice them here......... Doesn't seem like Thanksgiving.....the old yearning to go 'home' isn't there, because "home' no longer exists. It only exists in the recesses of my remembrances. Too many have gone on and stepped over, and I am poorer for not having treasured them while I could still walk with them and talk story about their own memories of Thanksgivings gone by. The world has gained speed, Warp speed, with the days speeding by me like the warning lights on a landing strip, 'zing, zing, zing', they go, faster and faster.....leaving one little time to just stop and consider the many things to be thankful for. There is gray on my temples now, tiny lines on my face have now become crevices, which accentuate my 'frown lines', "worry lines',........drawing the corners of my mouth down into a perpetual appearance of deep consideration. ....and dang it, I got hair growing in places where it couldn't, and hair falling out where it shouldn't.......... The old house where great granny lived is all growed up, no Thanksgiving there today. No mincemeat will be found on the old diamond linoleum of that beloved kitchen. The house where granny and papa lived is now occupied by a young cousin, and the strains of a country song filter from the window, as the young cousin sleeps the morning away. No apron-clad grandmother fussing over her stove lives there anymore. The old home I grew up in is long gone......someone has built a crackerbox on that old land, and pickups are scattered in the field...... The brothers and sisters have scattered, some to a larger city, anticipating the opening of Christmas shopping, some to their in-laws, some gone just to get out of town...... The old Thanksgiving is gone. ....and with it, has gone a large part of me. Yet, I have much to be thankful for.......this I know. So, resolved to somehow continue some kind of tradition, I'll simply turn open the "Good Book" as great granny called it.......read a few of the well-marked verses she made sure to point out for the one who ended up with it..... ....and consider that some day, we'll all sit at a long table, with those who went before, and talk story, and there willl be laughter and joy, we'll all 'go home'..........and that in itself is something to be thankful for, ennit? Happy Thanksgiving to you all, and most importantly, may you all find a little peace in this new world. |
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"Yep." © Wauhilau as posted in
alt.discuss.clubs.public.culture.native-american.benable
on Thu, Nov 24, 2005, 8:44am (EST-3)
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