Vol. 22, No. 5,514 - The American Reporter - September 7, 2016

by Joyce Marcel
American Reporter Correspondent
Dummerston, Vt.
November 22, 2007

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DUMMERSTON, Vt. -- This is a hard Thanksgiving. People are dying who shouldn't be dying. People are being held prisoner in places we can't imagine, and being tortured in our names. People are cold and hungry here, in the richest nation on earth. The dollar is falling. Gas prices are rising. Our economic and political futures are uncertain.

Where, then, do we find the generosity of spirit to be thankful for the things we have, when so much of our time is spent railing at the world in anger, fear and mourning?

Digging deep and with purpose, I find that I'm thankful this year for many things.

I'm thankful I can still contribute groceries to the food banks instead of depending on them to feed my family.

I'm thankful that I can donate money to our local paper's Christmas Stocking instead of begging for a warm coat.

I'm thankful for living in such a beautiful and creative area, where so many artists are working.

I'm thankful for the little town of Dummerston, which shelters us.

I'm thankful for living in an area where so many couples celebrate their 50th anniversaries, and where love isn't only found among the young.

I'm thankful for my good friends.

I'm thankful for my husband's love, wit, intelligence and support.

I'm thankful for our interesting little black cat, Agatha Kitty, who needs to practice her mousing skills.

I'm thankful for my 90-year-old mother's survival skills. She recently suffered a bad fall, and although I'm sorry she couldn't come up from Florida to spend Thanksgiving with us, I'm thankful that no bones were broken. I'm also thankful that she lets me write about her, and that so many people have come to love her through these columns.

I'm thankful that, as a writer, I have kind and intelligent readers, even if most of you insist on starting the conversation with, "I don't always agree with you..."

I'm especially thankful to the editorial letter-writer who recently compared me with Dorothy Parker (before he trashed my column).

I'm thankful for the Red Sox winning the World Series, and for their management taking the advice of fans and signing Mike Lowell and not A-Rod.

I'm thankful for the great vegetable garden I had this year.

I'm thankful to Steve West and the folks at WKVT for teaching me how addictive it can be to do radio.

I'm thankful that Joe Shea has kept The American Reporter going for so long - a remarkable achievement! - and has let me be a part of it.

I'm thankful for the Farmers' Market, Gallery Walk, the shows at the Brattleboro Museum and Art Center, the Newfane Flea Market and the Townshend Auction - my main sources of entertainment are all local.

And I'm thankful that we (just) got our snow tires put on before the first snowstorm of the season.

I'm also thankful for the warmth and spirit I found at local singer-songwriter Lisa McCormick's concert last Friday night. It was a coming together of gifted musicians - led, with her usual wit, by Lisa. The audience came together, too - a packed house of friends and family who have been enjoying her music for years. We were thrilled to see her achieve such a high new musical level.

One song caught my attention. It wasn't from her new CD, "Talisman Groove." It was an older one, "Right Now," which she wrote in 1996. (You can hear her sing it at www.MySpace.com/LisaMcCormickRocks.)

Lisa offered it as an antidote to the dark and dangerous times in which we live. With her permission, I'm offering it to you for Thanksgiving.


Right Now - Thousands of lowered voices are talking to God
Right Now - Thousands of glowing faces are falling in love
Right Now - The sunrise enflames the horizon someplace
Right Now - It's finally the close of a very very long day.
Right Now - Human beings in airplane seats zoom above the earth
Right Now - Thousands of women are giving birth
Right Now - Summoned souls are lifting from their skins
Right Now - Kindred tears are crying them back again

Right Now - Right this very minute
Right Now - As we stand, as we speak
Right Now - As this planet, it is spinning
As we live and breathe

Right Now - Somebody sees the ocean for the first time
Right Now - Somebody finally reaches front of the line
Right Now - Somebody sees their life flash before their eyes
Right Now - Someone commits an act that will haunt them the rest of their lives...

And I am here
And you are now
And this is this
And this is what I'm saying
You are hearing me
And we're engaging in a miracle

Right this very minute
As we stand, as we speak
As this planet, it is spinning
There are brand new lives beginning
We are praying
We are singing
We are dying
We are living - Right Now."

A collection of Joyce Marcel's columns, "A Thousand Words or Less," is available through joycemarcel.com. And write her at joycemarcel@yahoo.com.

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