I have loved the Shaker Hymn, "Simple Gifts" since I was in elementary school. I still remember the wacky substitute teacher with the crazy hair who taught it to us while old Mrs. Grushkin was out with a broken wrist. For some reason, the song has always resonated with me. Maybe it's just its own simplicity, but I think it sums up how I feel about Thanksgiving perfectly:
"Simple Gifts" written by Elder Joseph Brackett, 1848
- 'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free
- 'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
- And when we find ourselves in the place just right,'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
- When true simplicity is gain'd,To bow and to bend we shan't be asham'd,
- To turn, turn will be our delight,Till by turning, turning we come 'round right.
- via Wikipedia
I am grateful for so many things in my life, but it's the simplest of them all that seem to carry so much weight:
Wishing you and yours the simplest of pleasures this Thanksgiving.