I can disagree, peacefully or otherwise, with anyone I want. About anything I want. First there is the freedom to do so, but just as much is the knowledge to do so.
Not long ago we brought in someone to teach the Mayan Hands women ways to relieve and prevent the pain from their wrists to their necks that they were getting from making baskets or weaving. The most striking response came from the women who said thank you, that they only knew what they learned in their homes, not new information from outside. That they could do something to prevent pain was a revelation to them.
We have had so much humidity of late that many of my clothes are musty and mildewy. Yuck. I need to air out the clothes and the closets. So here’s what: I HAVE clothes, and closets, and a roof over my head, and food on the table. And a table.
Last time I shared a Thanksgiving list I said twice that I was grateful that I could walk. A couple of people asked if I had had some kind of problem. I have always felt grateful that I could walk, believing that no matter how bad things got for whatever reasons, it could always be worse; as long as I could still walk, I was okay. The other answer to that is that every time I drive into town I pass multiple people who cannot walk. The lucky ones are in wheelchairs. Others have skateboards to sit on as they have no legs, or they are just kind of planted on the grassy place between the lanes of traffic, also with no legs. There are others who can walk but have no arms. It is all very Biblical. They are begging to survive. This is not a place where they could get jobs. Partly there is no ADA, but more, there are all too few jobs, even for those who can walk. I can walk, and I have work.
I miss my sister, and my mother, and my father. But I had them. And they gave me a lot. They still do. So do the families I still have, in both the US and Guatemala.
This year the amazing Thrums Books (aka Linda Ligon) published Tere’s and my book Traditional Weavers of Guatemala – Their Stories, Their Lives. Everything about the book, from Day 1 more than three years ago, has been one of the greatest experiences of my life, and the response has been overwhelmingly positive. Talk about something to be grateful for!
I’m literate. That is huge.
We are about to have a Thanksgiving Dinner for 20. If I were to be able to give one gift to Guatemala, not to mention the entire world, it would be the blessing of Thanksgiving. I’m doing my best, one dinner at a time.
May yours be full of blessings, too.