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Its the time of year where we get three days to give. We give thanks, then we give gifts, and then we give ourselves a new beginning. Throughout the year sometimes we forget to give to others or to ourselves, sometimes we might give too much, sometimes we don’t give the right things.  But the holidays are for remembering what we are giving for…love.  There is so much to be thankful for:  a healthy family, a plethora of friends, amazing adventures, the kitty lola, coffee, the lucky life i lead, my blog and those who read it, and especially for today and then tomorrow.

A special thanks to the people in my life whom are always there, always supportive, and always loving.

 A THANKSGIVING PRAYER FROM THE IROQUOIS (SENECA) PEOPLE

Gwa! Gwa! Gwa! Now the time has come! Hear us, Lord of the Sky! We are here to speak the truth, for you do not hear lies, We are your children, Lord of the Sky. Now begins the Gayant’ gogwus This sacred fire and sacred tobacco And through this smoke We offer our prayers We are your children, Lord of the Sky. Now in the beginning of all things You provided that we inherit your creation You said: I shall make the earth on which people shall live And they shall look to the earth as their mother And they shall say, “It is she who supports us.” You said that we should always be thankful For our earth and for each other So it is that we are gathered here We are your children, Lord of the Sky. Now again the smoke rises And again we offer prayers You said that food should be placed beside us And it should be ours in exchange for our labor. You thought that ours should be a world where green grass of many kinds should grow You said that some should be medicines And that one should be Ona’o the sacred food, our sister corn You gave to her two clinging sisters beautiful Oa’geta, our sister beans and bountiful Nyo’sowane, our sister squash The three sacred sisters; they who sustain us. This is what you thought, Lord of the Sky. Thus did you think to provide for us And you ordered that when the warm season comes, That we should see the return of life And remember you, and be thankful, and gather here by the sacred fire. So now again the smoke arises We the people offer our prayers We speak to you through the rising smoke We are thankful, Lord of the Sky. (Liberally translated) Chuck Larsen, Seneca

prayer found at:

http://www.ewebtribe.com/NACulture/articles/thanksgiving.html

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