Thanksgiving

It is better to give thanks with a meal that comes to hand warm and cloaked in feathers, than cold, naked and wrapped in plastic. To have gathered your family's meal from a thicket of alders or a ridge top grown in fir trees seems more fitting than waiting in line at the supermarket with a basket of strange food grown, killed, picked and packaged by people unknown, in places unknown.

My Thanksgiving prayer is that we always have both the places and the freedom to celebrate the bounty we now enjoy.

Happy Thanksgiving.