Happy Thanksgiving, My Dear Friends

Going back to sleep can wait. My mind wants to help my heart find words to say thank you.

I’m thankful for the harvest, for the law of sowing and reaping. We are blessed with good seed to sow, a faithful sun and rain, and whatever magic, or science, makes a seed sprout green through dark soil.

And I’m thankful that no matter how much we evolve, a willing soul will always find a purer love to grow into. There is no lack of freedom, no lack of potential, no lack of passion.

And I’m thankful for a partner who is content to go with the flow, while never content to stop dreaming, believing, and acting on faith. I’m grateful for knowing we were meant to be … and for all the sowing, misguided striving, and learning that led me to him.
And I’m thankful for a god, a creator, a heavenly father, without whom there would be no law of the harvest.

On this Thanksgiving Day, I am one grateful little girl. And I’m thankful that I can be this old and still feel this young.

Happy Thanksgiving to you my dear friends. I’m thankful for YOU. I love you. God loves you. And his law, summed up in love, provides all the good we can hope for and more than we can fathom.

Life’s a miracle. And in this moment, I resolve to honor that truth ever-more fearlessly … because fear is the only thing that can stand in our way.

Note: This is a memory from five years ago. And although I’m more thankful than ever, I’m not sure I’ve learned to say it any better.