If the relatives knew I'd escaped to post on a knife forum, I wonder what they'd say...
Happy Thanksgiving, guys. Over the past couple months (since I've joined this forum) I've come to appreciate a LOT. You guys rock. I consider you my friends like any of my others, except you are probably a lot wiser.
So, I'm thankful for the Cantina.
I'm thankful for my personal saint, Uncle Bill. I hope he and Yangdu have a great Thanksgiving. They're both great people and I always wish them the best.
I went for a short hike today. Took the incense with me. Nog Champa is my weapon of choice. I sat down in the woods on a thick bed of fallen leaves next to a tree, stuck a knife in the soft ground, and lit the stick. As its aroma wafted upwards, I though about all I'm thankful for. You guys, my family, my other friends, the soldiers, everything. I sent my prayers to the infinite for all who have asked or not asked for smoke.
For a woman I know, who has lost two close friends this year, whose sister's breast cancer has come back, who broke her ankle badly, whose son had his knee totally destroyed in his last football game (the surgery yesterday to repair it went very poorly. Smoke to him.). Her life seems in shambles, but she still has a great family, her son sang at all-state last weekend, and her friends love her. Even in the darkest of hours, there is room to be thankful.
So, as my smoke rose to disperse to places unknown, I asked that all people in need find that for which they are thankful. As I eat my turkey today with my extended family, I will endeavor to do the same.
Life is good, guys. We need to see that more. We need to remember to smile. To take a break. To smell the smoke and know we're not alone.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody.
Be safe, happy, and well.
Yours,
Chris, aka Namaarie