Thanksgiving Tea

By Nelseena Lehmann

The last roughly two years have been the toughest I have logged since my dad died in 1990. I won’t go into a lot of detail, I will hit the highlights, complications from Covid, lost the motor, and transmission in the Kenworth, three heart attacks between Kurt and me, our house burned down, our rent house was a nightmare. The house we bought was supposed to be remodeled and when we moved in, not one room was completed and we are having to finish up ourselves, a drought, $5.00 diesel have been regional. Inflation, recession and uncertainty are global; it’s been rough.

I am perhaps more thankful for the following list as pressure and adversity have a tendency to make one reevaluate. Just like hot water and teabags create the wonderful elixir of hot tea.

Ultimately and foremost, I am thankful for prayer. When all else fails, hit your prayer bones. God only has two answers, yes, and I have a better idea. Wait for His answer.

Thankful for healthy children, I can take a lot of stress, but I don’t deal well with my children being sick.

Thankful that I am half way there on the promise I made. I rarely make promises because I want to keep my word and I don’t need that kind of pressure.

Thankful I have a house, and a job, and a vehicle that gets me from one to another( that’s three). I had to wait a long time, but the job is an adventure, so it doesn’t really seem like work. After the fire, I don’t take a roof over my head, or my favorite pair of shoes for granted. I also don’t take a vehicle that starts and runs without issue for granted.

Thankful I am not still in my twenties. I look at the challenges facing our younger generations today and I am sincerely grateful not to negotiate those waters again.

Thankful I have a skill. We have listened to all the research of how much more money a college graduate is prone to earn in a lifetime versus someone who doesn’t go to school. Having told my kids that I don’t expect them to go to college, but they do have to acquire a marketable skill. Those are two very different things. I know college graduates who cannot get a job.

Thankful for the ability to vote, not sure in the current environment it is making much difference, but I will continue to do so in hopes it is fulfilling my civic duty, exercising my rights and hoping for the best.

Thankful I live in America, as screwed up as our country seems at times, it is still the best country in the world. I have to believe that or hope seems to fade.

Thankful my village raised me in Ekalaka, USA where respect, and work ethic, and the American Dream meant something. I am thankful for every veteran and every family of a veteran and all the their sacrifices, and losses and concessions.

Thankful to find myself in good company. Many of the wonderful individuals I get to call and ask questions are probably grateful and thankful for some of the same things that I am. They are making a difference in the world they live in because of overcoming adversity to persue goals and lifes ambitions. They are changing the outcome with the same input by using a formula of positivity, work ethic, ambition and unity. Family involvement many times makes the difference.

So very thankful for putting reservations aside and agreeing to be some of the first people to participate in this endeavor. Continuing a legacy with a different pilot. That takes guts. I am thankful.

All of this brings me to today, where fate finds me and grants me the insight to be thankful for the teapot. The place where the water boils and you throw in the bag, and the good things steep out and the debris is thrown out.

For the friends I have found. Some long lost friends; we never quit being friends we just got too busy; the new friends, because the good ones remind us that there are more good people in the world. My teachers and the mentors and the people who didn’t give up on me getting an education, for the soldiers who have protected our freedom of speech and religion and who have been so unselfish to provide my ability to speak my mind they have all contributed to the steeping in the teapot.

Call me “too” blunt or base or outspoken or whatever you want, I prefer poignantly articulate. I have a tendency to be able to get my point across in a manner in which leaves little doubt as to what I am thinking. When you find yourself in a situation in which communication breaks down and you find yourself being taken for granted or disrespected or taken for a fool, the kettle will only simmer for about so long before it starts to whistle. It is quite refreshing to stand on my soapbox, respectfully say what I think. Take notes on the responses. Chew on what has been said and brought to my attention. Perhaps with observation, reflection, and contemplation, I may not be any younger, but I will be wiser and more cognitive. I have steeped a little longer and more things make sense and fewer things matter. So put a little honey in your cup of steeped experiences, and give thanks for your teapot.

Many thanks to the guests of the Horseman’s Corner and the Cattleman’s Corner for sharing a cup of tea.

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