Thanksgiving week

November is one of the gloomiest months of the year in Vermont. March is another one. The weather yesterday when I headed to the Zen Center for the Thanksgiving celebration was typical; cold, dark, rainy. It was so dark when I drove through Brandon that it almost seemed like the sun hadn't risen yet.

The ceremony at the Center was wonderful as always, full of light, laughter, love; good food and good friends. Thanksgiving has a special impact in a place like Vermont because of the contrast between the gloom on the outside compared with the warmth on the inside. When I mentioned this to a friend, she said some of her kids and grandkids live in Hawaii, and Thanksgiving in a place like that is pretty special, too. She has a point.