first thanksgiving without papa dan and buzz and abby shay and wilbur and wootie / first thanksgiving with a hope and a future in my heart || marie callendars thanksgiving with my dad and shelly and sarah, gossip about family tensions, me squeak-singing “rejoice!” as a half joke to break up the talk about how all the land is being sold instead of inherited in a proper way, great food, in order to be used by the Lord and i need to consciously let him / don’t mistake God himself for happy feelings, don’t confuse Love and the mysteries latent in the universe, one is merely a supernatural by-product of the other / watched the Magic Christian in the third thanksgiving celebration of the night, cold pie and cider and microwaved nachos and an aggrieved spirit, how do i reconcile an art work w the iconography “Sink the Christian” and “God is a raver” — perhaps to the pure things are pure but is that my father? my dad put on the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe for me afterward, and i found myself engrossed , i am never engrossed in movies