I got off my butt last night, finally, and made the pies and stuff. I'm still in a blah mood, but I'm sure I'll feel better when everyone is over and eating.
I'm very thankful for many things, especially my family and friends, and especially my children.
I have posted this poem before, but I wanted to post it again today. Not because of Thanksgiving, but more because of my mood. It's one of my favorite poems EVER!!!
On Children by Kahlil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls.
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow.
Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
I am thankful today for today, and for my family and friends, and for the Archer, and for this poem. I am thankful for all of the blessings I have -- home, food, and "stuff", but even more than "stuff," for the health that we all have and don't even realize we have until it's gone. I am thankful for computers and the ability to reach out to people across the world who I feel like I am friends with, even though we have never met. Happy Thanksgiving to you all!