Since today is 4th July, I have a question of Americans.
Independence Day I understand, but what is Thanksgiving Day all about? For what are you giving thanks, exactly? And are you giving thanks to anybody in particular, or just being generally thankful?
It’s an honest question. I’m honestly curious.
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...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
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- JJ
- Ashbourne, Derbyshire, United Kingdom
- I've never had money because I've never been driven by money. I received little formal education beyond the age of sixteen, which isn't such a bad thing since you get a different angle on life that way. Learning what you want and need to learn often reveals things that the system's road keeps hidden.
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To Be Retained...
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
Khalil Gibran on Children.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
OMAR KAYYAM ON REGRET.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Herman Hess on Nobility
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
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I have another blog called A Handful of Stories on which I've posted some of my short fiction. Most of it has been published by a variety of independent small press publishers, so somebody other than me must have thought it worth reading.
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4 comments:
We're just giving thanks generally. As the pilgrims were quite thankful the Indians didn't let them starve, it's pretty much just to remember why you should be grateful.
That's really interesting. Thanks, Rebel. I like your blog name, by the way.
It's origin is technically religious, being a day people would give thanks to god at the end of the harvest seasons for a good harvest. So it's said that there was one thanksgiving day when native americans and settlers sat down together to celebrate it together.
All in all it's a day to be thankful for what you've got, and generally the mark of the holiday season (the day right after it being black friday, the day when everything suddenly goes into Christmas mode.)
Thanks for that, McC. You mean Christmas doesn't start in September over there?!
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