In a couple of days, it will be Thanksgiving for those of us who live in the US, a day when we’re supposed to focus on our blessings and all we have to be grateful for. Even though the world around me seems to have gone mad, even though fear and hatred seem to have gone viral on the internet and through the media, even though I’ve been upset enough by the tragedies that surround us that I’ve been brought to tears, I still have a great deal to be thankful for.
First and foremost, there is my family. Our family gatherings have shrunk over the years. Thirty-seven years ago, when my husband and I held our first Thanksgiving in our new house, there were 27 people at the table. This year there will be six. Some of those original guests moved away and sadly, too many of the others have passed away. They may not be sitting around the table with us, but their spirit certainly will be there, and we’ll talk and laugh and remember the happy times when we were all together.
I am grateful for my husband, who I’ve shared lifetimes with. During all the good times and the bad, our love has carried us through it all. I am grateful for my children. To know they are in the world, that they are healthy and happy; that they have grown into good people is a blessing I never take for granted. Even if I don’t get to see them as much as I’d like, maybe especially because I don’t, I’m so happy we can be together on Thanksgiving day.
I’m thankful I have a place to live and food on the table, thankful that we have our jobs, and aside from the general complaints of aging, we have our health. I’m thankful to live in a country where we have the freedom to think and believe in what we choose, even if there are times when other people’s beliefs leave me shaking my head. I am thankful to all those over the generations who fought to protect those freedoms. We owe them a debt that can never truly be repaid, but we can try by remembering history so we do not repeat its evils.
The fact that at this point in my life I have three books of poetry published is amazing to me. Knowing that people are reading and enjoying my words is more than a dream come true, it’s a dream I never dared to dream come true. To all of you who have read my poetry or are reading this blog, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
No matter who we are, if we think hard enough, we can find things to be thankful for. True, some of us may have more material things than others, but if we have love in our hearts and share it with others, then our cornucopia is overflowing. As we move into the holiday season, let us all remember to spread kindness wherever we can. No matter if you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or Ramadan, I wish you much joy and happy times spent with those that you love.
There’s so much to be grateful for!
Loved ones passed and those still living
are with us now and evermore;
with such riches we’re never poor.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!