This seems the time
to tend one’s soul,
not just resolve
but looking out
and seeing in,
as dark recedes
and light is growing
in the mind
and to the eye
Why does the spirit
need a reset?
Dug, then redug
like a garden,
soil turned up
to meet the light
The answer lies in
life’s renewal
making fertile
that inside us,
ready to be open
and receive
the heady rush
of spring
Once spied up on a dusty shelf
and brought home as a prize
the stuffing bowl sits quiet
holding memory in its curve
The sisterhood of early rising cooks
assembling the ingredients
of timeless celebrations
ingatherings of family and friends
all linked by common filament
It waits for careful hands
to lift it down and fill its heart again
with love and thankfulness
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My sister Annie and I have always called each other on Thanksgiving morning, up early, cooking.
Life With Horace 