Thanksgiving – and My Great Blue Buddy

Here we are at the official start of the holiday season. Unless you are one of those decoration overload creatives that start on Halloween (Labor Day?) – this is it.

But this isn’t a piece about commercialization or the expectation-laden insanity of the holidays. Many people have much to say about shopping deals and dealing with family feuds, so I’m not going there. Self-help experts are on it: Don’t talk about politics, or religion, or your planned trip to Tibet or Indiana. Don’t bring your girlfriend, boyfriend, or surprise significant other. Don’t.

I have some suggestions about what To Do. Give yourself some space. Limit time at family gathering to meet, greet and eat. Parents face special challenges, so do stay in control of your child’s schedule and activities. Grandparents, siblings and neighbors can talk about you after you leave, but you are going to see that your child is comfortable and happy. Even if that means you exit after the cranberry relish goes around once.

Here’s what I wish for the start of your holiday season. Get outside every day that you can. Hug your children every time your can sneak up upon them. Even if they’re 35 years-old. Kiss your spouse. Smile often. Laugh out loud.

Life is short. I know this is trite, but it is a reality I have lived through since the death of my young adult son nearly five years ago. I’ve lost my father, treasured friends and time to say “I love you,” or “I’m sorry,” or both. I am grateful for the time I had with those who aren’t here anymore, and I know there may not be a redo for the one’s around my table this year.

Just as I was searching for a little peace of mind, my personal guardian angel, the great blue heron, made his last visit of the season to my pond. He usually stops by for a pre-Thanksgiving chat before heading off for the winter. I sat on my thinking bench and we had a wonderful talk. I told him my mom is in the hospital, my work is hitting creative roadblocks, and I can’t stop worrying about the next four years. Clients are upset, parents are stressed and I keep cancelling massage appointments.

If you’ve never seen a great blue heron, take a look at my buddy. He is a noble bird. Great blues fly straight up into the air, making a silent ascent that feels like a winged blessing. My guardian waited until I was finished with my grievances, gave me a long look of gratitude for the use of his summer home, and spread his great wings to fly. I’m certain that he smiled at me. Whatever happened, I felt better and came inside to make the stuffing.

Have a happy Thanksgiving. You’ve got this.