Happy Bird Day

Didn't grow up with it.

Yeah I get all mushy with the movies alluding to it. The script I'm working on is set on it. I guess cranberry sauce is an aquired taste...:)

I remember thinking as I drove home with my regained stupor from my Medulla Drunken Haze (don't usually drink...and dreams of Bjork screaching should be a part of AA), "we HAD to have a day for it."

Because we'll forget to give thanks. Or to be just plain thankful.

Reading "Living Buddha, Living Christ" by Thich Naht Hahn. In it he talks about Buddhist mindfulness. "When we eat, we know we are eating. When we walk, we know we are walking".

Being still, being aware of what one does enables us to be in the moment and thus aware and consequently thankful.

He recommends a simple meditation:

Breathing in, I calm my body
Breathing out, I smile
Dwelling in the present moment
I know this is a wonderful moment.

Try it. Now don't you feel thankful? Like Prozac in prose.

*The photograph is of my friend Eric, taken in the Museum of Modern Art