I’ve always been a big fan of Thanksgiving, which is celebrated today by our friends and neighbours ‘across the pond’. And while I’ve failed again this year to get my act together sufficiently to prepare a proper ‘Thanksgiving’ meal – or even just some pumpkin pie – I feel a deep kinship with the festival itself. With this celebration of the bonds between us. Of our deep ties to each other and to the planet that we call home.
In the fast-paced world in which we live, it’s all too easy to take things for granted. We get up, have a nice warm shower, prepare a cup of coffee and eat a slice of fresh toast while checking the news on our phone or tablet.
All without – unless you’re way more virtuous than I am – thinking for a moment how miraculous that all is. Or how many people have worked hard to allow us to enjoy the life that we do.
This is why, for me, Thanksgiving is so important.
It prompts us to pause for a moment. To reflect on all that we have. To acknowledge the bounty of nature. The feats that we can achieve through our own efforts. The joy of family and friends. The strength of community and togetherness.
Thanksgiving brings us – or, rather, our American cousins – together. Regardless whether you think we’re here because of divine creation, a happy cosmic coincidence or something to do with turtles, we can all, surely, agree that what we have is pretty fantastic. And well worth taking the time to celebrate.
In a time that has become ever more divisive, in which everything has to be about pitching one group of people against another, we need things that bring us together. We need things, like Thanksgiving, that unite us in a shared understanding. A shared idea. A shared way of life. We need things that remind us we’re all in this together. And we need them now more than ever before.
Happy Thanksgiving, one and all.