WHAT’S PACKED

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Hello all you jive turkeys out there. Happy November, happy Thanksgiving. 🦃

Thanksgiving and November are all about giving thanks. I’ve always loved all the holidays even though I’ve never really celebrated them “normally” or should I say secularly with family and friends etc. Here and there, but I’m usually by myself and just overjoyed.

This November and Thanksgiving I’m celebrating for the first time out in the world in true spirit with God. And what a spectacular thing. That God has shown me that all I really need is a bed and a shower and all the rest will truly take care of itself. My life looks nothing like how I would “want” it, or how I would have it. And ironically so, I thank God for that. Also ironically, you’ll notice that I’m not holding anything this time around; it looks like I’m holding on tight to something, but it’s really nothing, and I give thanks to God for that as well. This year and everyday I give thanks to God for His simplicity, what He’s helped me to endure and understand since August, since being evicted from my apartment—but really since February 2020 when I surrendered. “Seek first the kingdom of God and His right way and all should be added” is not just biblical lip service. Becoming independent in spirit is tantamount to total faith in God, and relying on nothing but Him, and its never too late to start over. And nothing and nobody better than God to start over with. He’s the best dad as one of the women at the first shelter I stayed at so beautifully put. (She turned out to
be the devil but that’s beside the point)

During October—and really all my life I’ve thought about the game Tetris and the same philosophical principal of Occam’s razor. This concept of the straightest line as the shortest possible route, and this concept of constantly busting things down to their essential component. When I worked with kids, we didn’t start with the book, we started with the letter. We learned what sound a letter makes until we started putting the letters together to make words, to make sentences to make
stories. And when we mess up, going back to the letter, back to the basics, back to the word back
to God and re-calibrating from that point of truth, which is always simple. Nothing can make sense without the basics, and just when I thought I couldn’t be busted down any more, I got busted down and stripped some more, and I thank God for that.

Just randomly, I also thought in October about the personality of people who cannot differentiate homophones. You know, words that sound the same but have different meanings. I was looking for a belt last month on Amazon when I encountered a reviewer who told me not to even bother with the rubbish because it didn’t even hold up their “genes”. Something to think about I guess during the holidays, when we could all use a belt to actually hold up our “genes”. Or family, I should say.

One last thing I recently thought of (before I go). It’s really the devil in people how we’ve concocted this idea of “holiday happiness”, but only not to be happy during the holidays, and to judge others for not celebrating the way we’ve deemed fit being just as raggedy and unhappy as we are. So I’d just like to say, celebrate authentically. Whatever is best for you. God is not really about all this secular stupidness, but the holidays are still fun for me: whether you have lots of family and friends that you get along with, whether you don’t; whether you celebrate at home by yourself, whatever. Just celebrate how it’s best for you and say it with your chest. The devil is pretend, and there’s no reason to pretend when we’ve got so much to be thankful for for real.

This is already quite long, but OK, a couple more things: #1, I also thought in October how difficult it is to be not homeless, but to be a homeless Republican. #2, I did a little redecorating around here and revamped my home page here and my Site Map here. #3, Check out “A Jive Turkey Thanksgiving”, an archived apropos seasonal blog post from last year here; it’s all about wild turkeys. All different concepts actually: the whiskey, the actual turkeys (the original angry birds), Joe Hutto who went to go live with them for awhile in the Florida swamplands, and how they eventually attacked the shit out of him as wild turkeys tend to do.

I’m gonna leave you with this hilarious clip from In Living Color; it’s (black) women competing for who has the worst attitude competition and I think Kim Wayans wins hands down. Lol, I think about this clip at least once a year. “Well it must be Thanksgiving because the turkey just walked through the doh!” (door)

Be blessed this month. And, “Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.” (1 Thessalonians 5:18)

-Kindra