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Verb of Thanksgiving



Thanksgiving is a verb.  Mind you, most dictionaries list it as a noun – you know the standard person, place or thing concept, and it is.  But, while Thanksgiving is a noun, it is also an active expression of something that should be happening in our ordinary routines.

Heaps of words are busy little multi-taskers, describing a thing and explaining actions.  In reality, just looking around I spot quite a few.  There’s a roll of tape sitting on the kitchen counter.  Tape is a noun – it is sitting there ready to tape a package, which is a verb.  I have a bottle of olive oil from a place called the Olive Pit.  An olive pit is the seed – a thing, but to pit an olive is something to do.  You get the general idea.

So, back to the holiday that is trending this week – Thanksgiving, is a time to come together.  We stuff ourselves just like the turkey arranged on the table and we take a few moments to share what we are grateful for.  Then we are off for pumpkin pie with a mound of whipped cream and stacks football games flashing on the tele – go Niners! 

My question is:  what if thanksgiving was more verb-like, something developing and full of thrilling exploits?  Would I plunge in reckless and abandoned like when I’m in an uproar about a bad call against my team? 

In my rose-colored reverie, I see gratefulness as a 24/7/365 endeavor.  I’m not sticking my head in the proverbial sand to the sadness exists, abuse that is prolific and people who are cold and hungry.  However, I know that in the darkest of conditions there are snippets to be thankful for.

Let us be both givers and receivers of Thanksgiving – noun and verb…

Missy


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  1. sewsavyNovember 28, 2014 at 7:31 AM

    Well said, Missy. I hope you had a wonderful Thanks-giving as well.

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    1. Missy ANovember 28, 2014 at 9:46 AM

      Thanks, Marlene. We did have a nice Thanksgiving ... very busy and lots of food! Best to you, my friend.

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