Thanksgiving
I celebrate Thanksgiving only in the strictest sense of the word. Of course I'm thankful for all the wonderful things the Gods and Powers That Be have brought into my life. In that sense, yes...I do celebrate Thanksgiving.However, personally, I find no point in the re-enactment of the day that the new comers committed the worst possible betrayal upon the Native American in the history of mankind except to remind us all of the atrocities perpetrated upon a naive and otherwise innocent continent of people.
Therefore, there will be no turkey centerpiece on my table.
There are no little pilgrim statues upon my front porch.
There are no headdresses being worn by my cat.
We will have no turkey dinner with dressing.
There will, however, be a cornucopia, woven of flack by my own hand on my table.
Within my cornucopia, there are pictures; both hand drawn and
some cut from magazines, depicting why I would like to give thanks
to the Gods. There IS sandalwood, frankinsense and myrrh, burning
with my dragonsblood within the censer on my table, and I DO cook
a wild bird for dinner, with whole grain wild rice, fresh cranberries,
fall vegetables, and a pumpkin pie with pecans. There is also a mute
supper set out for the spirits (and indeed, in memory of) all the Native
Americans who died horribly and needlessly, and were devastated as a people
at the hands of the wouldbe "friends" they agreed to share their bounty
with on this day. So as you can see, this day is both joyous in my thanks
and somber in its history.No matter what your religion, upbringing, or race...please, let's not forget the Native American and his plight, for it is still an ongoing event, ladies and gentlemen. It is SO far from being over. And to America's shame, it will not be over for a very long time.
Elswet O'The DragonFyre ®
