The day before Thanksgiving has arrived and with it all of the things I need to get done. There is a list of food I will be preparing today along with a quick pick up of the house. The table still remains in the garage and last night I brought up, again, how important it was that it come inside. The lights are not up yet but somehow I am calm amidst the chaos. Something is different this year and I cannot tell you what it is. Perhaps it is just that I will not surrender to the madness that seems to surround the holidays. Whatever it is, I seem short on words but deep on thought today. Vivid dreams fill my sleeping hours and there is, I think, a message trying to make it through my busy days.
Whatever those thoughts, I had better place them on my shoulder for the day or I will have a fiasco in the kitchen. Have you ever seen flaming marshmallows on top of sweet potatoes? I was reading a book when that happened. Once all is settled and I can find a bit of time for myself and those thoughts tonight, I think I will write a letter, because I think someone is waiting for it. Then I will sit quietly and see what the dark moon has to say.