Is it just the contrarian in me, or are there others who balk at a particular day set aside to be thankful? I have similar feelings about Father’s Day and Mother’s Day, but as a Buddhist I live in the moment, and Thanksgiving is the Day of the moment in the United States.
Don’t you just love it when Aunt Margaret asks everyone to (insists that everyone) form a circle. join hands and take turns proclaiming something they’re grateful for? If you have enough relatives, this goes on until your sick of Uncle Harry’s calloused tight grip on your left and Cousin Rose’s delicate little fingers on your right. Then when it’s your turn, you hope they’ll all laugh when you say you’re grateful that the sharing circle is almost over.
Uncle Joe will undoubtedly lift his glass and make a toast to “absent friends,” even though it was too much “toasting” that helped cause some of their absences.
But wait a minute! Isn’t Melting-Pot Dharma supposed to be about compassion, the oneness of everything, and Right View, Right Intention, Right Speech, Right Action, Right Livelihood, Right Effort, Right Mindfulness, and Right Concentration (the Noble Eightfold Path)?
Well, yes, but my Buddhism is also about living in the moment and accepting all of the seeds within me. So once I’ve published this post, I’ll do my best to nurture my seeds of love and compassion without at the same time denying my curmudgeonly seeds.
Now I have to go so I can take my shower and recite a calming mantra 108 times before Aunt Margaret gets here.
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