For a truer Thanks-giving 

                  dessert with Wendell Berry quoting William Carlos Williams...

"I mentioned earlier the politics, esthetics, and ethics of food. But to speak of the pleasure of eating is to go beyond those categories. Eating with the fullest pleasure -pleasure, that is, that does not depend on ignorance - is perhaps the profoundest enactment of our connection with the world. In this pleasure we experience and celebrate our dependence and our gratitude, for we are living from mystery, from creatures we did not make and powers we cannot comprehend. When I think of the meaning of food, I always remember these lines by the poet William Carlos Williams, which seem to me merely honest: 

There is nothing to eat,
        seek it where you will,
                         but the body of the Lord.
The Blessed plants 
              and the sea, yield it
                                         to the imagination                 
intact.

"The wood-road was not a place for common noisy conversation; one would interrupt the birds and all the still little beasts that belonged there. But it was mortifying to find how strong the habit of idle speech may become in one's self. One need not always be saying something in this noisy world."  Sarah Orne Jewett

"You should abstain from arguments. They are very illogical ways to convince people. Opinions are like nails: the stronger you hit them, the deeper inside they go."
Decimus Junius Juvenalis

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"Fear less, hope more; eat less, chew more; whine less, breathe more; talk less, say more; hate less, love more; and all good things are yours."

- swedish proverb

Morning
by Emily Dickinson
Will there really be a morning?
  Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
   IF I were a s tall as they?

Has it feet like water-lilies?
  Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries?
  Of which I have never heard?

Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!
  Oh, some wise man, from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim
  Where the place called morning lies.

"In fact, attention is of value only insofar as it is paid in the proper discharge of an obligation. To pay attention is to come into the presence of a subject. In one of its root sense, it is to 'stretch toward' a subject, in a kind of aspiration.  We speak of 'paying attention' because of a correct perception that attention is owed - that without our attention and attending, our subjects, including ourselves, are endangered."  Wendell Berry

New England Aster