I know I’m not pretty. . .but tell me again why millions of us have to die for you?
Our first T-Day Season in Western North Carolina. . .it’s cold and smoky but beautiful. No regrets leaving the Left Coast for these mountains. Nature’s creative artistry is a good distraction from the mind-numbing down-dumbing politics that gives me a permanent case of head-shaking. My natural unbelief is being dragged even further into the land of WTF nonsense. It’s. . .unbelievable!
As I said, the natural distractions help, a little, and the wild things are really the best attractions. We see gorgeous fat wild turkeys roaming our hills and I wonder, once again and again, why we humans are such killers, especially in the name of faith and family.
Ok, before you can accuse me of putting a downer on the “holydays”. . .all I ask is that we all give a gobble up for the Turkeys (and all the other fowl things we stuff down) this consumer season.
Part of this tradition is a good, exhilarating walk in the natural beauty that’s so much more refreshing and renewing and relaxing than all the “stuff” that people say we “have” to do to celebrate the season.
(photos of the Christmas Baby in the tree by my wife, the Christmas Carol)
Reminds me of when I was a single father raising my daughter to delight in celebrating both holidays. She still remembers her friends at school asking if she was Jewish. I was already doing interfaith work and teaching world scriptures, so claiming just one religion didn’t make much sense. Does it now?