It's hard to believe that it's already November. The year flies by; it's easy to forget all of the things for which we have to be thankful. And, for those who love books, I guess we have more than our fair share of thankful moments. Books are the packages of dreams and hopes and universal promises we can take with us wherever we go. Even in the darkest moments, they offer solace and directions for our hearts and minds to wander.
Yes, this year has been hard for so many. Perhaps you can't see the light at the end of the tunnel (or any hope at all); but if you're here (and you're reading), I hope you'll find resuscitation and wonder in the pages of a poem or story. Sometimes that one line can catch in your throat and stay with you for the rest of your life... That's something for which to be thankful.
Paul Laurence Dunbar writes: "The sun hath shed its kindly light, / Our harvesting is gladly o'er, / Our fields have felt no killing blight, / Our bins are filled with goodly store." Rebecca Harding Davis writes: "On Thanksgiving morning a light flutter of snow fell on the woods and carpet of red leaves below. Jane stood at her window, looking into the bright, silent Heaven beyond." And, then, there's O Henry, Lydia Maria Child and Louisa May Alcott's rendition on Thanksgiving. Join our discussion.
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