November 26, 2020

White Dog and the entire White Dog Army was up and waiting for breakfast. Even Tizenegy joined us for our Thanksgiving morning tradition of pumpkin pancakes and duck sausage. Of course there would be coffee rich with cream after. 

We listened to Native American flute music as we drank deeply our blessings and gave words of thanks for all of the bounty that is ours. This year, one filled with the plight of so many without, demanded a special prayer to the Universe that the vulnerable and hungry and sick and homeless...those hurting inside and those struggling to embrace hope...be touched with special grace, a future vision of improved conditions, and the warmth of a thoughtfulness shared today that brings peace. 

May your feast always have room at the table; not literally this year, but in some way that spreads your bounty. It is our hope that you and yours always have enough to share, physically, and within your heart. 

As we shelter at home in safety we recognize that so many do not have that option nor will they be surrounded by the heady smells of the annual meal that most means love, family and togetherness. It is in their name that we look forward and work to make the next celebration one that brightly overflows for all.

Know that across today and EVERY day when we count our blessings, each of you two- and four-legged friends are at the top of our list. 

The question the WDA is asking right now is this: "What is wrong with dessert after breakfast?" The pumpkin custard weighs heavily on their minds.

Happy Thanksgiving!