Happy Thanksgiving! I’m almost always thankful, but when I’m not, I always remember…

Happy Thanksgiving! I’m almost always thankful, but when I’m not, I always remember…

All colors change when mixed with black…
Hanging in the air and then tumbling to the ground…
Making me defensive against the things that will do me good…
Freeze me in not so thankful places.

It is like I become a bunch of pieces lying on a table…
Trying to figure out which one is missing…
A sort of an incomplete gallery…
Where all the confusion, points its fingers back at the artist.

When black comes to interfere with my colors…
I simply walk out of the shadows (it is not that hard!)
I return to my family and friends and snuggle close…
Wait until my perspective can envision a big juicy turkey leg.

Everything that comes next involves love…
Isn’t joining together with the ones you love, the best!
I imagine their movements like swinging tassels…
I imagine the ruckus as an orchestra embodying grand tones.

Within the light of family and friends…
Everything unfrightens me…
I realize that my lack of thankfulness is just failed expectations…
And that to avoid it, I shouldn’t have expectations at all.

I love you,

Annie