Moment

 

Moment

The meaning of the Thanksgiving Holiday is revisited several days later

Shirley bustles about the kitchen as turkey soup made from the remnants of our holiday bird cooks on the stove. Bleu cheese and aged Gouda, nearing room temperature, sit alongside a French baguette and a Napa Chardonnay sits chilling in ice. I can't think of a better time to shake up a fine Martini and give Thanks once again for the bounty of the season. I spin the Tantric prayer wheel and ring the singing bowl as I prepare to savor the moment, grateful for my life and its brief flicker in the face of the pensive awe that surrounds all things eternal.

 

 

A Tibetan singing bowl rests on its pillow beneath a marble goddess

 

November 28, 2012
Modesto, CA