As I’m about to trek off with my side dish and dessert additions to my friend’s house of family and friends, coming together for a moment of communal ‘thanks’ for the benefits derived of our people, lands, a country, this is the thing …
Its history, this day of ‘thanks-giving.’ Sometimes lost in a string of what we today call ‘faux facts,’ whatever ‘the other’ puts forth that doesn’t comport with our beliefs.
I’ve been seeing many posts with sentiment of lament and despair in irony that this is a day that puts poignancy to a culture and ethnic clash, between ‘white European’ descendants and this land’s indigenous people. ‘Pilgrims’ and ‘Indians’ as original meeting and ‘giving thanks.’
Lost is that the day, officially at a federal level, by Abraham Lincoln’s Presidential Proclamation on 3 October 1863, was meant to unify a country in strife, by rebellion, acknowledging the country and its people’s bounty.
There is a spiritual tone to President Lincoln’s effort, that many of what we mere mortals strive to make is due more to a certain kind of higher power; maybe beyond our comprehension, yet here we are. It is that unlikely great human, Mr. Lincoln who implored in us that we take stock, give thanks, for good fortune visited.
In all this originating proclamation for a national day of thanks, is a timber for peace, forgiveness and a coming together in process. This day, as one would hope every day, is something to behold as we gather amongst those we love and share common striving. Thanks to all we might strive to be.
Love to all!
—eric ward
Flommist Eric Ward is a Human Los Angelino (there are other kinds), humanist, artist, industrial and graphic designer, novelist, toy inventor and entrepreneur. Life-long pursuit is “What to do with a piece of paper?” Copyright © 2018 Eric Ward.
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