Letís give some thought to turkeys, referred to by many Native Americans as the original sacrificial bird of the North American continent, and whose domesticated ancestors furnish the feast for many a holiday table.
This striking poem by American Buddhist Gary Snyder reminds us of the patterns of nature, and of our own lives. Read it here, to find a little inner peace in the midst of holiday hubbub:
Surrounded by Wild Turkeys
Little calls as they pass
through dry forbs and grasses
Under blue oak and gray digger pine
In the warm afternoon of the forest-fire haze;
Twenty or more, long-legged birds
So are we, In our soft calling,
passing on through.
Our young, which trail after,
Look just like us.