The Lady Speaks

Happy ‘Stuff-Yourself’ Day!

Give Thanks

When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the morning light,
for your life and strength.
Give thanks for your food and the joy of living.
If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies in yourself.


I like the idea of having a day set aside each year, a day to remember to be thankful. Kind of a nice idea.

However, it’s mixing in that Pilgrim crap that bugs me. I’m part Oneida, one of the Six Tribes of the Iroquois, so it’s not just the religion part that annoys me.

Good on ’em for having a nice little day to thank their god and their Indian neighbors for helping them survive, but let’s not forget what came after that: the systematic stealing of the natives’ lands, the broken treaties, the massacres, the forced conversions to English and Christianity. The Trail of Tears, Wounded Knee, Sand Creek.

The point – since I’d like to get the ham in the oven – is that for everything gained by the Pilgrims and those who followed them, it came at a price in blood and tears and sorrow. We should never, ever allow ourselves to forget that.

And now, two Turkey Day prayers:

An Iroquois Prayer

We return thanks to our mother, the earth, with sustains us.

We return thanks to the rivers and streams, which supply us with water.

We return thanks to all herbs, which furnish medicines for the cure of our diseases.

We return thanks to the corn, and to her sisters, the beans and squash, which give us life.

We return thanks to the bushes and trees, which provide us with fruit.

We return thanks to the wind, which, moving the air, has banished diseases.

We return thanks to the moon and the stars, which have given us their light when the sun was gone.

We return thanks to our grandfather He-no, .., who has given to us his rain.

We return thanks to the sun, that he has looked upon the earth with a beneficent eye.

Lastly, we return thanks to the Great Spirit, in whom is embodied all goodness, and who directs all things for the good of his children.

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For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food,
For love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

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May your blessings be many and your worries be few.

— Jenn




November 23, 2006 - Posted by | Christianity, Family, Religion, Thanksgiving

1 Comment »

  1. Nice suff here.

    Comment by shirazi | November 24, 2006 | Reply

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