11/27/2025
“This week, if you are gathering; Eat. Laugh. Hold the people you love close. Give thanks for the food, the warmth, the improbable fact of still being here. And let that thanks be sharp enough to cut through denial. Let it widen enough to include the people—and the more-than-human kin—whose lives have made your life possible. Let it be inconvenient enough that it nudges you, even a little, toward solidarity, toward learning, toward action.
I really pray that our gratitude stops being a costume for conquest and starts becoming a vow. A vow to remember. A vow to listen to the First Peoples of this (and other) lands. A vow to honor the old ones, human and antlered and root and wing, whose stories still run beneath our holidays like underground rivers we are truly thirsty for. A vow to let our holy-days grow teeth again, so they can actually protect what is sacred.”
Thanksgiving, Christmas, Halloween, and the quiet work of telling the truth without losing the joy.
