If you’ve been following this blog for quite a while, you’ve probably seen mention of where I’m from and if you’re new, I’ll simply state this: I am an American. That means Thursday, this past week, was our Thanksgiving Day. Now, while this is a secular holiday, I have incorporated some of my religious practice into the day. The ancient Greeks didn’t have religion as we know it. They had life. The Theoi were such an integral part of daily life as was the worship of them that it wasn’t necessary to set a specific few hours every week aside for devotions to them. It was in everything. It was your life.
So I saw no reason to exclude the Theoi from this occasion, no matter how secular the celebration. This year my husband and I played host to seven other people for dinner. Some of them were family by blood, some of them family by choice, all of them cherished. On this day I spent a good eight hours in the kitchen, the modern hearth, and prepared, served, ate, and cleaned up the meal.