Before November slips away, I want to reflect on the meaning of Thanksgiving, which I believe is the forgotten holiday.
It seems that Thanksgiving has become a day of gorging to be gotten through quickly in order to go out the next day and launch the Christmas season by supporting capitalism in a frenzy of door-busting and deal-hunting.
This view steals the meaning away from what should be a cozy day of relaxation and reflection with family and friends.
For Chris and me, Thanksgiving is that kind of day. This year was our second vegetarian feast in a row. This year we made green beans and potatoes at home, along with a Tofurky roast, and enjoyed a Harvest Salad, cornbread and sweet potato stuffing, and a vegan pumpkin pie from Whole Foods. We also enjoyed the special holiday cider from Rochester Cider Mill, made from Golden Delicious apples. It was delicious and cruelty-free.
There is so much emphasis on the consumption of turkey meat. In fact, I was hard-pressed to find an ecard to share with friends and family that did not depict the turkey ritual. I finally found a design with a harvest of pumpkins, corn, and fruit. Another cruelty-free victory, even if it is superficial.
I thanked the great earth goddess for providing bounty to be enjoyed by all earthlings.
After our vegetarian feast, we felt full and satisfied, not over-stuffed and bloated, with clear conscience clear of brutality and domination.
It still feels great.
Blessed be.
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