I’m not American. In fact I had not set foot in the United States before this year. But I have close family now that have introduced me to the the idea and experience of Thanksgiving. On a bleak November day it is a candle that brings light and warmth to the dark winter, a lily pad stepping stone across the dark pond.
So Thanksgiving I will celebrate and give thanks for my family, my friends, a good job, a warm home, the money to fill my fridge and pay the bills. I give thanks for those I love who love me I return, for colleagues, for fun, food, and freedom. Yes I have my problems, but my scale is overbalanced with goodness.
It is good to re-evaluate and give thanks.
Walking along a New York footpath (or sidewalk in local parlance) I saw this plaque and it literally stopped me in my tracks. Today’s photo of the day (day 6)
Day 5 of the Daily Photo blog project. I really hope I can keep this up.
It’s an image many have taken, the Statue of Liberty, an American icon, a French gift, a tourist tick-box, a postcard to friends. And yet, through the bars of the Registry on Ellis Island the symbolism of that lady of enlightenment, the beacon of hope for so many, those whose stories were about to begin, or end, is both shocking and wonderful. So close to freedom they could see it if not touch it. It filled me with great sadness. And I wonder how much it has changed.
We have given much of our personal freedom in this brave new world.