Thanksgiving is one of those holidays that we celebrate without admitting to ourselves that it is one of the greatest and most ancient pagan celebrations, like Solstice. In the old times this was the time when people stored the fall’s ripened fruit and vegetables in cellars, and braced for the winter. Birds and pigs were slaughtered and stored, too (it’s cheaper to keep dead, salted and smoked meat around than livestock that demands hay and grain). And then of course, there is the notorious fattening up ritual – eating up as much of those dead birds and pigs as possible in one short pre-winter day, to transfer the fat from their bodies into ours. Before Global Warming the winters were harsh and the skinny folks risked not seeing the spring.
So yes, lets grab our axes and go to find those birds! Hopefully they are big enough to feed the whole village, because it took a village to make “Rocks In My Pockets” and oh boy that village is now hungry!
For this THANKSgiving I want to THANK YOU for following this blog. You are amazing and your support matters as much as coloring and compositing to make “Rocks In My Pockets”.