As I sit here listening to John play a sweet melody he has written, and look at the trees turn gold and orange against the mountain vista, I stop, and give thanks—for this blessed moment, for this dear home, for love, for life.
Thanksgiving this year will be different for almost everyone. Many folks will be staying home rather than traveling. Many may be alone or with just one or two household members. Many will be sad to not have their traditional Thanksgiving.
One tradition I hope will not change, though, is our gratitude for life’s blessings, however we define them–for what we have at our table, for the people we get to share the holiday with, whether in real or virtual time, and for all those who have helped soften what has been a hard year.
A while ago, I wrote the following poem, which seems to speak to the moment…
Life passes quickly
May you dwell in health and peace this Thanksgiving and may there be many sweet moments to savor. Thank you for being a part of my community of friends. I smile just thinking of you!