11.26.25 ~ Twas The Night Before Thanksgiving. Finds and Reflecting.

 

 

Pies are baked.  Cranberry sauce made, although I also have a can of the gelled stuff, for my daughter recently pointed out she had never had that kind of cranberry sauce.  Log sauce, as I call it.  Anyway, it’s always been mom’s homemade sauce, so I caved and against my better cranberry etiquette, bought a can.  I think she’s just wanting the experience of opening it up and hearing the suction sound that is made when you liberate the concoction and plop it out on a plate and slice it up like canned spam.

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As I rolled out pie dough, I reflected on this whole holiday thing.  I thought about those drugged out and on the streets, wondering if they were cognizant enough to know another holiday here in the states is upon us, wondering if they can feel that energetic pressure to cook and bake and hang out with people you don’t necessarily like but do it anyway because blood and calendar says “that’s just what we do.”  I suddenly had the desire to return my turkey and order a pizza tomorrow.

I remember being in my 20’s, wanting to hang out with friends.  Make our own traditions.  Nope.  Never happened.  It was cool to get together the next DAY or evening, but the 4th Thursday of every November had to be reserved for family.  There’s this pressure I feel.  Every damn year, this pressure.  To have the perfect meal.  The perfect family.  The parade and football.  And I am split right down the middle in wanting all of that and admitting I don’t have it in the way Norman Rockwell painted for us all.  And besides, I find the Macy’s Day Parade boring (I prefer the dog show) and football?  I’d rather stand naked in 4 feet of snow than watch that sport.

So as we celebrate or don’t celebrate this day, wherever you are, I hope you are able to carve out some peace (see what I did there with that pun?  Turkey?  Carve?).  Because as has been pointed out to me all afternoon, and because I haven’t gone into a thing yet today, I hear it’s been a doozy of a day.  In all seriousness, it remains my intention that this shitshow ends and all are liberated from any and all controls – in ways that truly work for each of us.

🙏💖

Victoria

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Last 3 Q drops were shared 3 years ago tomorrow:

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A piece I wrote tonight about human connection:  The Need For Connection & Religious/Spiritual Speak — Victoria T

 

 

 

 

 

 

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i noticed the same. thing. this year….i rarely eat “their” candy – but have a weakness for reeses – but this year?  something changed.  “they” upped the chemical usage.  after 2, i said “nope”.

 

 

Just. do. it. already

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Author: Victoria1111

Truthseeker. Philosopher. Commander of Freedom. Writer. Musician. Composer. Above all I Am A Creator.

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