It’s the day after Thanksgiving, at 6:06PM, and I been sleep since 4:00PM.  I cooked all day yesterday and it’s an overpass cast day, fine for sleeping. Thank goodness the sun wasn’t shining.  Since my COVID, I been walking daily, getting some good vitamin D. I have a sister-friend who walked a 10K “Turkey Trot.”  You already know that does not describe my 1-1/2 to 2-mile jaunt.  Plus, all of a sudden my bones have started to ache.  I went to open something, and my “Arthur” said, “Nope.”  My hand started to cramp and look like the monsters from Thriller! I wasn’t doing the dance, though.  I bent down to pick up something, and I could’ve sworn I heard something crackOW!  What?!

Thanksgiving has not worn off. So, I can’t keep ranting like usual.  I gotta do some praise dancing:

  • I distanced and dined with my fam yesterday, 7, including my son’s new girlfriend.  We had masks on, windows up, separated households,  and I ate away from the others, but we had to give special blessings for being able to hang out, even if we couldn’t hug. We didn’t play Monopoly this year either!
  • I got to witness “America” on the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade:
    • Indigenous People did a ceremony for “Manahatta,”  celebrating their resilience.
    • Sorority, Zeta Phi Beta, founded at Howard University, (VP Harris attended there), Stepped into the season.
    • West Point did traditional Christmas tunes.
    • A Caribbean troupe represented with Carnivale flair.
    • Puerto Rico had a troupe, kicking out Latin music.
    • LBGTQIA represented, and an all lesbian band played.
    • Of course, Broadway and Dolly Parton performed, but when Patti LaBelle sang this jammin’ Christmas tune, and some Steppers were on the street, I was too through!
  • This parade represented hope to me, the recognition of the inclusive country we should be.  Yes, it was only a parade, but for me, it was like this veil of isolation, and invisibility was dissolving in real-time.
  • The election.
  • The many books, articles, documentaries, and drama-docs depicting Truth about social justice and history.
  • Social media, Garden Spices Magazine, and Spicy…and my fabulous Contributors
  • The upheaval and survival of activists, standing in strength, courage, and resolve.
  • Seeking and practicing spiritual guidance. I may hurt from time-to-time, but I remain in gratitude for my abundant life, including Mr. K. (Couldn’t leave him out).
The family tradition – Monopoly with new rules every year!!

Y’all wanna know the truth?  OW was really supposed to be about “Obvious weaves and wigs,” but I got to thinking…nope, not today.  I’m just feeled  filled with too much gratitude.  Hmmm…seems like I’m forgetting something…Oh, YOU!  Thank you for riding with my antics and being an integral part of my bountiful life.

Joy Juice

We know the Indigenous People do not celebrate traditional Thanksgiving.  The pilgrims = pain for them, which we now recognize.  We are living within a time when all is being surfaced, and it is our quest to find the lining that enables us to pursue what brings us to a centered life. Gratitude isn’t always coupled with joy.  Sometimes we have to process pain to find any semblance of joy.  But darkness can never obscure the light, and for this, our greatest gift is gratitude, which we celebrate.

“Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.” – Buddha

“You will be enriched in every way to be generous in every way, which through us will produce thanksgiving to God,” 15 Corinthians 9:11

“Give thanks for little and you will find a lot,” Nigerian Proverb

It’s all good/love/God – Victorine

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Author of  Be S.A.F.E., StillAware, Faithful, Excellent, now available on Kindle Amazon as an e-book.

“…the book title and its content are intended to be a whisper, reminding us that by taking the time to connect with our spiritual self, we can center through anything and that we are forever within the bubble of God’s protection.”

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