If today is hard for you, join me for a reminder that however you spend this day is ok. There is no wrong way to do it.
Ennis Shannon is coming to you live from his parents basement in Des Moines, Iowa. He is in his pajamas with no makeup and freshly out of bed. He hopes that in the spirit of Thanksgiving, you will welcome his appearance.
JC: I'm going to read two poems with the intention of helping you reframe what's valuable in the world. Today's a day where we have one message of how family should look, of how Thanksgiving should look. And you might feel something more wonderful than all the supposed tos of Thanksgiving in something really small.
Happy Thanksgiving, Cadre friends. I'm Ennis Shannon from aloud. I'm coming to you live from my parents basement in Des Moines, Iowa. I'm coming to you in my pajamas today with no makeup and freshly out of bed. And I'm coming to you in hopes that in the spirit of Thanksgiving, you will welcome my appearance and have great gratitude for the fact that I just rolled out of bed. Okay, happy Thanksgiving. I moved this live to today because I know this is a day that can be hard for people whose lives and traditions don't mesh with the messages the world gives us.
So, in that spirit, instead of me talking to you, I am going to just read two poems. I know I talked about Maria Oliver earlier to you all. She's a favorite poet of mine. And I'm going to read these poems with the intention of helping you reframe what's valuable in the world. Because today's a day where we have one message of how family should look, of how Thanksgiving should look, and all the things how our lives should look. So I'm going to read these two poems to you, and I want you to just think about how your life should look like.
Okay, number one. Number the first poem I'm gonna read, and forgive me, I'm reading from my computer, is called praying Mary Oliver. It doesn't have to be the blue iris. It could be weeds in a vacant lot or a few small stones. Just pay attention. Then patch a few words together. Don't try to make them elaborate. This isn't a contest, but the doorway into. Thanks. And a silence in which another voice may speak. I'm gonna read it one more time because it's short. Praying. It doesn't have to be the blue iris.
It could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones. Just pay attention. And then patch a few words together. Don't try to make them elaborate. This isn't a contest, but the doorway into Thanksgiving and a silence in which another voice may speak. So before I read the other one. Morning, JC. Thank you for happy reframing day. What's beautiful about this is that it doesn't have to be anything. What you value in the world could be a few small stones. What you value in the world could be spending the day today on your couch watching planes, trains, and automobiles.
That's beautiful. You don't have to make it elaborate. This isn't a contest. It's just a doorway into gratitude for loving what you love. So I think that's really helpful to me. And the second one, I'm going to read is called. I'm going to move my hand here because it's getting tired. Okay. The second one I'm going to read today is called with thanks to the field Sparrow, whose voice is so delicate and humble. By the way, what a beautiful title. I do not live happily or comfortably with the cleverness of our times.
The talk is all about computers. The news is all about bombs and blood. And this morning in the fresh field, I came upon a hidden nest that held four warm speckled eggs. I touched them and then I went away softly, having felt something more wonderful than. Than all the electricity of New York City. Good morning. Speak, wonder. I was hoping you'd be here. It's great to see you. All right, I'm gonna read this one one more time. Think about yourself in this I do not live happily or comfortably with the cleverness of our times.
The talk is all about computers. The news is all about bombs and blood. This morning in the fresh field, I came upon a hidden nest. It held four warm speckled eggs. I touched them, then went away softly, having felt something more wonderful than all the electricity of New York City. So why I love this is that today the talk is not about bombs and blood, hopefully, but the talk is about family. And the talk is about the right way to be. And the talk is about perfection. And you might feel something more wonderful than all the supposed tos of Thanksgiving in something really small and in something that has nothing to do with the story that we're told.
And I wish you that. So that's what I have for you today. It's so good to see you, Abby. Speak, wonder. I know it's a beautiful reading. I just wanted you all again to have a voice say to you today. Whatever you honor, whatever you value, whatever you love. It's beautiful. And it can hold more electricity for you than all of New York City. All right. Next time I see you, I will have brushed my hair and my teeth. Hopefully I will see you soon. And I appreciate you all so much. You're making my day.
Happy Thanksgiving. Bye, friends. 4321.
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