ITS OKAY TO FEEL WEIRD ON THANKSGIVING

Sat Nam and Namaste. And as a yoga teacher to children and young adults, this is what I told them, while everyone else is telling them to "BE GRATEFUL!" Yeah, yeah.
I will, but not when you tell me to.
I never liked the "sitting around with relatives" part of this holiday - and I never ever could sit through a footbal game, and am thankful my family of origin felt the same way. Then there's the food. I like de-bunking fixed unexplained traditions. Having recently returned from New England and seen Plymouth, Mass for the first time - I got some facts straightened out. First, they ate seasonal vegetables mostly, venison, some foul and likely no turkey on the "Plimouth" Thanksgiving, which was actually a Harvest Feast. So I went out into my garden and picked everything that looked ready. So far on the menu - fried green tomatoes, squash, red potatoes and mixes greens. But this is a collaboration so we shall see what the other contingent brings to the table, if he ever wakes up.
I am big on not forcing the emotional imperative about any given holiday. I am grateful, yes and it's healthy for my nervous system to practice gratitude. But I am also sad and melancholy around this time, having lost a father and grandmother on Thanksgiving day in the past decade. And around Christmas, I just go into my conspiracy theories for a month, until it's over. On New Years Eve I read the Tibetan book of the Dead, The Talmud or the Bible and try to figure out who wrote them.
When moods come up around now, I don't squelch them anymore and put on that crazy happy face for the public or immediate family, nor do I have shame about being and feeling sad, mad, frustrated, muddled or anything else that isn't the popular emotional color of the Holiday. I am not a sheep, I am a human being with complexities and a history - I could never force myself to be pious on Sunday mornings, in a party mood on New Years Eve, totally grateful for having to cook on Thanksgiving, impish and precious on St. Patrick's Day and madly in love with my perfect partner on Valentine's Day. The gift of that is I get to be authentic and at one with (yoga = union) my Self. For example, I am going to sign off now and scream. Details to follow.
Blaire Baron Larsen
IKYTA RYT