My son chose to fast today in protest of the traditional american holiday because it marks the beginning of genocide of millions and millions and millions of people. I was so proud to hear of his choice. Praise be, even a young man can see the truth through all the b.s. that we a inundated with by a commercial society.
This morning I reflected on the people who came before us as I listened to 
African music, Native American music and music ranging from chain gang songs to field hollers. The music created by such powerful and resilient people who withstood tremendous horrors and attrocities. My ancestors. Pepole who are stronger than I could ever pray to be and who paved the way for the rest of us.
I have been exercising and working out now for four weeks. The flexibility is slowly returning to my body and today, for the first time in years, I danced to the African music. I danced in appreciation of them, my heritage and my rebirth and reawakening to who I am. I remembered that I am a dancer. I remembered that I AM the music that they play. It is my soul. I remember and I am so grateful.
The whole american idol thing is nonsense. Music and singing is not something for just a slated few to become “stars.” It is an expression of gratitude. All of the natural people of the earth sang, played instruments and danced, not to become famous or to bring attention to themselves and their own greatness, but to give thanks and offer praise to the Creator, the ancestors and the Universe herself. That is why I will sing. That is why I will dance. That is why I AM and why I will give back what was given to me. Simply gratitude and seeking nothing but to serve and to give back.
I give thanks that a teacher appeared for my life three years ago. He has 
worked hard to chip away the cement that I allowed to enslave my mind and my thinking. He taught me about these things that allowed me to open myself to this greatness, this awareness. Things I already knew, but did not allow to be. To him I offer my humble thanks.
These things are my thanksgiving.
