Assignment 14- Evan Hays

Thanksgiving.
My family traditions are very basic, we typically go to my ancestral farm, eat a lot of bird, then more dessert. Then wake up the next day and go target shooting and trail riding (its a horse farm).

That said, I'd like to speak on my traditions for thanksgiving.

This past Thursday before we had even begun cooking I put on my hiking boots and good jacket. I then picked a direction on my farm and started to walk. I was gone for almost three hours, I walked over hills and ridges and under a grey and timeless sky. The world is old there, it is a landscape safe from modern speed. The change there occurs daily, trees fall, grass grows, but no subdivisions arise in the wake of manufactured development. It is the world as Seigfried saw, a raw world of great natural splendor. It is cold, it is damp and grey, and it is beautiful. I hear the quail calling in the winter air, and see the footprint of deer soon to be hunted with horn in hand. I gave thanks in meditation. My thanks goes to the world, to all things that inhabit it, and that which it is. And that it allows me a place.