Thanksgiving

I miss my mom at thanksgiving. I call one of my sisters at whose home we used to gather to celebrate and eat turkey with the trimmings: chile verde, beans, tortillas. This year i cooked and had an enriching banquet w/friends who are now family. All is grace and we have so much for which to be thankful.
Then, there is the knowledge that our war with Iraq is causing death-destruction, and I feel that the devil is walking on earth with renewed vigor.
This on-line discusson in a native american comic website is a reminder of the ongoing wars that we live with here and which we export elsewhere.
Tomorrow I leave on a 17-day work trip to Europe and will not have ready access for blogging. Have a blessed Christmas, a joyous Jan. 1 celebration.
Ad�n

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