As we enter the week of of my favorite holiday, I thought I would return to some very old posts and be reminded of the spirit of the season.
It is Thanksgiving morning, and I am up earlier than anticipated thanks to cheerful dogs who were ready to play. The house is quiet as my daughter and her friend, Sleep, make up for lost time in her cozy bed. The dogs and I sit on the couch and watch the sun sparkle on top of the snow crystals that remain from yesterday’s first dusting of the season. I watch the steam of my hot green tea curl and rise then kiss the window. The morning birds have begun feeding outside the kitchen and sing brightly, celebrating sunshine and suet.
Some days, my heart is so filled with gratitude that it wells up into my throat and feels like I am going to burst. Yes, there are days like yesterday when my car dies in my driveway, the dishwasher goes on the fritz, and an unruly squirrel tears up my bird feeders. And yet, after the window of frustration has passed, I realize that I’m fortunate to have neighbors who loan me a vehicle, running water so that I can wash the dishes, and enough food to share with squirrels and birds alike.
So this morning, I lift up a prayer of thanksgiving to the Creator for the simple things like kind people, birdsong, and quiet moments–things that make our very small hearts swell with gratitude.