i’m sorry the peanut has been silent so long here.
the child in me has felt a little like this lately.
but i’m finally coming around. i see lights on the shore now.
and it’s a good feeling.
if i in my safe little wren house can feel like that
i wonder how on earth those who are in harm’s way must feel.
this month has literally flown by like the wind.
it’s thanksgiving in america in just a few days now.
it’s a holiday that especially celebrates home and family.
anyway … it always makes me think of home.
as much as the feasts… it’s a time to think of home.
i follow a lot of blogs.
beautiful sites. ladies with fabulous homes. decorated to the hilt.
recipes and delicious foods. grand tables groaning with abundance.
big families gathered in laughter and closeness.
people who stay busy right up to the eleventh hour …
creating magic for their families and extended family.
what an exciting time to be a homemaker today!
i love it all.
i love the sharing they all do with each other.
it’s fun to watch them preparing for this occasion.
celebrations are such joyous noisy messy affairs!
if you are reading this peanut post and you’re not one of those …
if you have no family and you are alone … from choice or not …
this post is for you!
because i’m alone too.
and i’m here to tell you …
it doesn’t have to be a bad thing old bean! it just doesn’t.
i love that picture.
it’s how i live in my head.
there is no hope for me and my actual sense of reality.
i simply see my world the way i want to. i always have.
i honestly don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse.
but i tell you what. i think i choose blessing.
i know what is real. and i know that i prefer the way i see the world.
i choose to see beauty and peace.
i refuse to see fear and hatred.
i think that love is an energy that can grow and overcome darkness.
i just do old bean. i really just do.
there are as many different homes as there are people i guess.
even those people we consider ‘homeless’
don’t always think of themselves that way.
often their box is as important to them as brick and mortar is to us.
some people’s homes are very very grand old bean
some of us live very happily in one small room.
so long as it’s home. it’s simply fine.
to wander without a home to me is one of the most tragic things to happen.
i cannot even imagine it. can you?
and part of being humane and of good grace and kind spirit . . .
seems to me is to want everyone to have that chance.
some of you are up to your knees in snow tonight!
over the river and through the woods!
to grandmother’s house we go. the horse knows the way . . .
to carry the sleigh . . . through the white and drifting snow!
or is it wild and drifting snow?
i’ll be fixing my own thanksgiving feast for one.
you should do the same old bean! then you’ll have leftovers!
turn on the corny christmas movies . . .
read a fantastic book . . .
watch the parade! it’s a tradition.
and of course if you love football . . .
i think there might just be a few games to choose from.
only a few.
i always put up my christmas tree on thanksgiving day too.
it’s my own little ritual. i dearly love the tiny white lights.
turn the lamps on old bean.
light the corners.
feel thankful for your home.
happy thanksgiving to one and all.
thank you so much for stopping by the peanut!
til soon old bean.
had to throw in a little eye candy here
and just think… no calories!
a toast to life