I've had that song from the Adam's Family Values playing in my head for well over a week now. No chance of it leaving any time soon, it's just too dang catchy.
I'm never sure what to think of this holiday. A holiday of giving thanks that we celebrate in a racially derogative manner. My eldest came home from school yesterday with a bag full of all of the Thanksgiving crafts they had been making over the last few weeks. I'm not sure who I feel is being most misrepresented, the pilgrims or the "indians." At least they were both insulted equally.
But, the highlight of my Thanksgiving so far was a picture that Atticus made depicting what he was thankful for. It showed two people kneeling, with their hands outstretched in front of them. The caption below read, "I am thankful for doing magik with my mom." I love it. My 5 year old just outed us to his teacher, but I find it very funny and I'm very touched by his beautiful picture.
But, he made another picture, laminated, with a turkey hand print, a photo of himself, and a paper detailing what he would like for his Thanksgiving feast; his teacher obviously wrote that part out. But, the very first item listed is "wine." So, combining that with us doing magick, I can only wonder just what his teacher thinks. It's not as if I'm expecting anything to come of this, but I wouldn't be surprised if come next parent-teacher conference if Mrs. Wilson doesn't have a question or two.
Throwing the Bones
Whether you're struggling with something spiritually or in everyday life, bone divination can highlight areas where focus is needed and identify alternative ways forward.