Today means different things to different people. For some, it is a reminder of Native American hospitality that was repaid with genocide. For others, it’s the day that precedes the onslaught of constant bombardment with Western materialism from Black Friday to Christmas.
For my family, and undoubtedly others, every day is a day of giving thanks to the Creator. We have traditionally utilized this day — not in the mythical “pilgrims giving thanks” day — but as a mini family reunion, a sacred day we share with friends and loved ones to bear witness to the Universe for the many gifts bestowed upon us each and every day.