The food was decidely fine, the company even better.
We did incorporate a little poetry, you'll be pleased to know. My family has a tradition of these little ditties called Turkey Notes. They are a little limerick-ish, personalized and funny. There is one at every place, you read the one at your place aloud, and everyone guesses who it's about. The kids really got into it this year -- the writing and the guessing -- and I think it was the one moment we were all present on the same page all night.
Here is the one that was written about me. I thought it was hilarious. And brilliant. That slant rhyme is masterful, don't you think?
Turkey kicked butt
Someday this turkey's gonna win a Caldecott
(The trotting is reference to a five mile run that I do on Thanksgiving morning in downtown Austin. And my pace is not exactly butt-kickable, but I'm all for a little fantasy. Ditto, the Caldecott...)
So, lest you think I'm forgetting that this is meant to be a gratitude post (a la Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday), here goes:
(drum roll please...)
I am really grateful that an amazing group of poet bloggers has accepted my invitation (some may be calling it a dare behind my back) to write a Crown Sonnet together!
You may remember my couple of posts about Crown Sonnets -- here and here. Well, suffice it to say that I caught the bug a little bit. And I decided that this online community of word lovers was the door to knock on. Lucky me, the following folks said YES! (I'm soooo flattered. And grateful. Did I mention that part already?)
Sara Lewis Holmes, Kelly Fineman, Laurie Purdie Salas, TadMack from Finding Wonderland, cloudscome from a wrung sponge, and Tricia from The Miss Rumphius Effect. Is that some star power, or what?
We're giving each poet a couple of weeks to freak out and then write their sonnet so you won't be seeing the Crown anytime soon, but we promise to share it when it's ready.
In the meantime, I'll wrap up with words from Rumi. This speaks to me of gratitude for sure...
The Guest House, by Rumi
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
(Read the rest here...)
I'm going off now to be grateful for whatever comes. To be continued...