Giving Thanks

I wish to thank my children for having chosen me as a mother, knowing full well that I was going to practice on them.

I thank my neighbor who did not shoot back when we accidently shot a hole in his farm wagon.

I thank all those who have maintained a sense of humor in everyday life, even in the face of women with PMS, paternalistic men, and teens who still think they know everything AND own the roads.

I am thankful for my cows, who are always glad to see me, and who force me to maintain the discipline of getting up every morning and asking myself before I do anything else, “What do the living things need today?”

I am thankful for my friend, the sun, for every moment of light that shines in my world; for every tree that grows along the expressway in spite of massive doses of salt and poisonous sprays; and for every milkweed seed that germinated in an attempt to save the Monarchs.

I am deeply grateful to President Putin for the clarity with which he operates and his intuitive ability to read NATO like an open book. Truly, Edgar Cayce was right when he said, “Out of Russia will come the hope of the world.”

I wish to thank Judge Franklin Valderrama for his courage in ordering the release of the video of police shooting Laquan McDonald. He probably knew it would spark protests, yet such truth is necessary for reconciliation to begin.

I wish to give thanks to Dr. Wm. Levengood for the gift of science he gave to me, for his dogged pursuit of the workings of reality, and for his towering strength in the face of humiliation and misunderstanding. I have learned much.

I send thanks to 87-yr-old historian Ursula Haverbeck. Right, wrong, or misguided, the woman has amazing courage to tell her truth and fly in the face of the whole Jewish world…make that the whole world.

I wish to thank my beloved sister, Pam, who left this world two years ago today, for her incredible example of how to go first.

I am thankful for El Nino and the warm winters with little snow that this brings to Michigan, and I pray for forgiveness from those who have more difficult weather because of it. Turn around is fair play!

From the bottom of my heart I wish to thank the officials in New York who have declared that fracking is unacceptable in their state. May their uncommon common sense be noticed and copied everywhere.

I send deep gratitude to those who take to the streets to protest things like pipelines, Wall Street, wars, and other stupidities perpetrated by politicians. By their actions, these brave souls let the rest of us know that our secret thoughts and attitudes are shared by many and that we are not alone.

I am thankful for Mother Earth. So thankful that I have no words…only tears of joy that make it difficult to see the keyboard and computer screen.

I am trying to be thankful for the Cabal and their corruption. They have made it clear that we have to choose, we cannot just drift irresponsibly forward in a half-conscious state.

I send warm thanks to the birds who woke me with song every morning over the summer. How I miss you in these cold, dark days.

10 thoughts on “Giving Thanks

  1. Beautiful, bless you xx

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  2. Hi, Penny, Thank you for your very thoughtful list of things you are thankful for! You expanded my thoughts about Thanksgiving, for sure! I’ve recently discovered some very interesting videos on You tube that you might like to check out if you aren’t aware of them: Illuminati Wife Tells All (4 parts) Simon Parkes: many talks Thank you for your enlightening posts! Please keep them coming! Ruth Donovan

    • Well, Ruth, I may have expanded your thoughts about Thanksgiving, but I have to say that your YouTube link certainly expanded my thoughts about the corruption in our government and military. I watched the “Illuminati Wife Tells All” interview and was booted into a major crisis that went something like…”OMG, I have been hoping we can restore order, peace, prosperity, and common sense in our country, but it is now clear that the government is rotten to the core, the military is rotten to the core, and the war industry is rotten to the core… It’s too late…there’s nothing to save…it’s over…oh my god I’m going to cry…” And I did cry for several days. But after a few days of deep sorrow, I am finding a little more balance and perspective. It’s not over until the fat lady sings, and who knows what doors may open or what possibilities may appear at the last minute. There are some positive signs here and there. I was also buoyed by a conversation with my granddaughter and her husband who are out there working hard, not paying a bit of attention to what is going on in the rest of the world, and doing just fine because their attitude is one of “What do we have to do to improve our lives/finances/job opportunities/whatever?” I was reminded that only the old farts worry about change. The young ones are busy trying to figure out what is needed, and the result is that they do pretty well because nothing in their world is “fixed.” For them, it’s still an effort to figure out the world. For the old ones, it’s all an effort to hang onto the world.

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