Matters of Interpretation

The moving target of “the present moment,” precious and precarious, reminds us of our limitations. Gratitude takes many forms. “Being there,” literally, is one of them, and for us, this year in particular, “there” cannot be everywhere. Nevertheless …

I always spend Thanksgiving with my mom and dad …

… in the car, late at night, on the way to Salinas, to visit the lady who lives in a house with a stained glass window, my dad at the wheel, my mom carefully explaining the words of the song we had sung for the Thanksgiving Holiday program at school earlier that day.

“‘Tares’ are weeds.” “A ‘garner’ is a barn.” We are supposed to be the wheat.

Thankful people.

Safely gathered in.

Edited 11.24.22; Originally posted 11.22.18

Image: “Salinas, CA,” Nerijus Navickas, CC BY 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons