Stretching out for Thanksgiving

A couple of great quotes from the quality bunch posted on today:

Imagination does not breed insanity. Exactly what does breed insanity is reason. Poets do not go mad, but chess-players do. Mathematicians go mad, and cashiers; but creative artists very seldom … The general fact is simple. Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and to make it finite. To accept everything is an exercise, to understand everything is a strain. The poet only desires exaltation and expansion, a world to stretch himself in. The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It it the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits. — G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy

If you surrender to the fear of uncertainty, life can become a set of insurance policies. Your short time on this earth becomes small and self-protective, a kind of circling of the wagons around what you can be sure of and what you think you can control–even God. It provides you with the illusion that you are in the driver’s seat, navigating on safe, small roads, and usually in a single, predetermined direction that can take you only where you have already been. For far too many people, no life journey is necessary because we think we already have all our answers at the beginning. — Richard Rohr, The Naked Now.

Tomorrow we’re off on a little journey into a world in which to stretch ourselves out: the woods of eastern Manitoba. There we will spend three glorious nights in a cabin on a lake, sucking the marrow out of life and all that. We’re bringing some games, some movies, some books, some wine. We will walk and talk and be present to our children.

My European family never celebrated Thanksgiving, so Thanksgiving was for me often a lonely weekend. All my Canadian friends were busy with family and turkey and football games. I just kicked stones. The first or second year we were married, Dixie’s parents, grandparents and brother’s family stayed in a cabin on Christopher Lake for the weekend. It was perfect in every way and to this day it remains one of my favourite memories of my married life and of Thanksgiving.  Hopefully this weekend will create similar memories for our young family.

I have a sudden urge to say, “He is risen!”  But it’s the wrong weekend for that, true as it may be.

I hope you, dear readers, have a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend.

8 thoughts on “Stretching out for Thanksgiving

  1. rilla

    Loved the top quotation. I often skim them, but this one caught my attention right away. I’ve been a bit afraid of my imagination lately, and that was just the sort of thing to reassure me.

    If I go totally insane, I’m blaming your blog.

    Also, I hope you have fun sucking the marrow out of life at the lake.

  2. mam V.

    In Europe thanksgiving is celebrated more in a church setting, there is a special service where people bring vegetables, fruit, canning etc. to the church, had a nice display and thanked God for a good harvest and His provisions. In North America it is like a big family reunion, with lots of delicious food, I like that too.
    Sorry Marc that you missed out on that , next Thanksgiving , if you come here I will cook a big Turkey for you .

  3. Toni

    Interesting. I’d always thought it to be a celebration of departing Europe (particularly England) and arriving in America, but apparently it’s another name for the thing called harvest festival over here. Curious to have made that mix up (I wonder if I got that understanding from an American?).

  4. Linea

    Toni, Canadian Thanksgiving is more closely associated with the sort of harvest festival celebrated in churches of Europe than to the American Pilgrim version. We, after all, had no pilgrims. We did adopt the turkey as part of our celebrations though.

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