We’re getting the table ready.  Thanksgiving is coming.  Everything is arranged in a special way, to mark the special nature of the occasion.  The table is where we gather to connect and reconnect with one another.   To share memories and traditions, to laugh and discuss, to take the food into our bodies and nourish our souls.  Yes, even when the conversation gets lively, that can be fun too.

The cooks are now executing carefully planned creations.  They are visualizing the steps in their dreams.  Keeping the balance and the beauty just so.  Frantic, yet energized.  A little touch here and there.  Ideas that come from the heart to the brain, and then out the hands, through the fingers, while the legs move them from place to place.  All this has an energy flow to it.  The preparatory setting of the stage.

Smells…  Turkey, sage, spiced pumpkin, tart cranberries, yeasty rolls, syrupy yams.  Such a symphony of odors no orchestra could ignore.  Candles burning.  Fire crackling.  Cider and cinnamon simmering slowly waiting for the scoop.

Sounds of laughter, cheering, football, glasses clinking.  Plates being stacked, water in the sink, conversation murmuring.  Questions, answers, children screaming.  Dogs barking, doors opening and shutting.

Let every little delicious detail of your holiday experience be an enjoyable taste of being alive.  In each moment, allow your mind to savor the flow of life.

Allow anything annoying to just be.  It doesn’t have to be yours, you don’t have to take it in.

No matter how big or small we spend our day of thanks.  All we really need to do is be Love.