Today is Thanksgiving in the United States, one of the few USean holidays that is not related to war. And yet it is a deeply conflicted holiday that celebrates the successful settlement of a band of refugees and the aid, comfort and welcome given to them by the indigenous peoples of the land where they chose to seek sanctuary. Those native peoples were repaid with centuries of genocide, so for them this has become a national day of mourning.
In the meantime, ironically, descendants of that band of refugees refuse entry to others in terrible need. Perhaps their fear is all about their karma.
Is this how we make peace in the world?
Today, too, is the first serious storm of the season. This silent snowy world is beautiful and cleansing. Let it be so.