I know 

it’s Thanksgiving

and being

together

indulging

bulging

handle bars

with few

holds

barred

is today’s

primary

activity,

but indulge

me an

addition

to the tradition

of gratitude:

an attitude

of no kvetching

for a day

this last

Thursday

in November.

Being thankful

for gelatinous

cranberry 

sauce

(I mean,

it’s genius),

is great, 

and hate

has no

place

at the table.

But are

we able

to let

go

of the

stuff

we know

is awful,

perhaps

unlawful,

dangerous,

or oppressing

us

just for today?

And the bloat,

the aches-

for goodness

sakes-

who wants

to hear

this stuff?

Enough.

We all

have 

discomfort

of varying

sorts,

and frankly,

I can’t 

stand

my own

endless

reports.

Conceding

needing

healing

or feeling

better;

improvement

and movement

required,

or those

admired

for not

folding

to pressure

or censure

undeserved,

is reserved

for seeing

and acknowledging

without 

complaining,

retaining

the positive

frame

from which

the name

Thanksgiving

can be a

living,

breathing,

being

without

the seething.

It’s rather

freeing.

Happy 

T-day

with no

complaints,

(at least

until

tomorrow)!