The sublime beauty of autumn surrounds the old man. The crows have grown accustomed to me. They walk around me as if we are of the same family. Indeed we are in the grand plan. Crows talk with each other and have excellent memories. Crows know whether you are friend or foe. I am honored by their trust. There was a falling noise in the Woods this morning. I was there to hear it.

The quiet life suits me. My reflections comfort me. Memories warm me. Cruelty is abominable. When those in power take joy in being cruel to those who have no voice I am ashamed. We are better than this. Our road is rocky hilly and has drop offs. We must stay in the middle. The holidays are just around the corner. Let us settle our hearts on good things. If we focus on the good the evil will not flourish. Evil grows on the petrol of our hate. Does hate make you feel emboldened? When your point has been made and the hurt that your righteous indignation is revealed is Christ pleased? As the children cry in fear are you satisfied with you crusade?

Honesty is hard. The sword of truth cuts both ways. Masked men scare many good hard working people. Their temporary power is a tonic to their testosterone induced mania. They live in the moment of the faux king. His word is law and all must bow the knee. The old ways of kindness humility and mercy are out of date and the Emperor has taught us what Jesus really meant when he said to love one another as I have loved you. It is fun and exciting until they knock in your door and grab your children out of their beds. The holidays are coming.

So Christmas is coming. Peace on Earth and goodwill toward men. Jesus born in a manger among the animals and straw. No prosperity doctrine found. No ICE agents with masks to round up the unruly brown people.

We seek and search for the answers to our purpose and mission. Faith is a good vehicle to reach some conclusions. It does not provide all of the answers. Faith or Christian dogmas can morph into an aberration. The movie Substance with Demi Moore was a wonderful example in how the search for beauty morphs into monster. So it goes that what we call Christian no longer fulfills the definition of the message that Jesus taught in the New Testament. In many corners of our nation it has become an aberration.

Thanksgiving is MJ’s favorite holiday. She loves to host the event and see all of our loved ones around the table and card table. We have been hosting the event for well over 30 years. A day for everyone to come to the table. Red Yellow Black and White all are precious in his sight. Those who have no home no voice no advocate. This is a noble cause. A cause of love in the instinctive sense humans are born with. A celebration of life hope and the human family. If these are values we hold highly why not hold them throughout the holiday season and in to the New Year?

‘Thanksgiving Abigail is coming and Rosie,’ Neva J said. ‘Neither had a place for Thanksgiving Dinner and both are my good friends,’ Neva J continued. ‘Abigail has had one eye since her days in Vaudeville and people call her ‘One Eye’ in bitter humor,’ Neva J said softly. ‘Due to her loneliness Rosie talks to herself from time to time and people move to the other side of the steet when she is walking uptown,’ Neva J said solemnly. ‘They are members of our family,’ Neva J said with conviction.