Thanksgiving is one of those holidays that is fraught for many of us. The history of the holiday itself is painful and hard even if laced with ideals we wish we lived in. The start of the holiday season leaves some of us grief-stricken and sad as we miss people and times, as we wish our lives were more like we’d dreamed. And some of us just love this day because it means time with people we love and good food . . . and if you’re like me, the Macy’s Parade.
So as we remember the Native Americans whose tie to Thanksgiving is anything but wonderful, as we remember our African ancestors who did not and still do not reap from the bounty that is the American dream, as we remember our European ancestors who came here for freedom even as they found they could not and would not give it others, I pray we will find some hope here, some way forward. Maybe gratitude for that which we can be thankful is the way.
May your Thanksgiving be rich in all the ways you need it to be.