Yes, I know…it sounds more like a bumper sticker, or a mug or dish towel you’d find in a church gift shop.
But the truth is, it can really whirl your world around like nobody’s business.
It’s Thanksgiving, so traditionally this is our annual day of appreciation along with permission to stuff ourselves to the gills.
No turkey is safe as we hunt them down to acknowledge our blessings. Wish some of the men I’ve known were included in this pursuit…that said.
Despite my array of problems, I am very, very grateful for so many things.
To be able to write this for one. Having something I love to do as much as writing is my biggest blessing to date. All the mornings I wake up in tears there’s the page that awaits like a friend extending her hand.
I have a home that’s warm and totally mine with treasures stacked in every corner…things I love like books and trinkets, a colored photograph of Paul and Linda oh so young, gracing one wall.
I knew Linda McCartney because of all the animal advocacy she did. When I look at her eyes the color of twilight, she reminds me to always step up for the fateful four-legged.
Reminds me to have gratitude for who I am…a conscious soul who doesn’t turn away, who can feel the plight of others through her thin skin.
I think of my friends, though fewer than before, who stalwartly stand by as I fumble and stumble, my ears behaving like rodeo clowns….Amy, Bill, Chris, Ed, Evelyn, L, Pam, despite how alone it feels, I know they bob closely, like buoys in the water.
Mustn’t forget Carmela who for all these months has been my very best friend…wagging her tail when she sees me…giving me kisses to take home.
Thanksgiving is more a day of reckoning than jello-shots of Pepto Bismal, so I will linger in that thought as the day makes her gracious way.