And on this day….

   Gratitude is a quality similar to electricity: it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all– William Faulkner

A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all the other virtues– Cicero

 

First off, to all the American readers out there, Happy Thanksgiving… Happy Turkey Day… Happy Gobble ’til you Wobble Day….

I had originally planned another writerly post for today. But, things didn’t go as I imagined they would.

A few months back, I had occasion to sit down and really think what it meant to be a patriot. I couldn’t honestly say that I’d really thought about it before. At least, not as an adult. I can recall some ridiculous essays we wrote in Middle School. They were meant to help us understand freedom, but, to a child’s mind (especially one that’s never had to witness the horrors of war) Independence Day is all about fireworks.

So, as today is Thanksgiving, I thought I might sit down once more with my adult mind— this time to list some things I’m thankful for. Thanksgiving hasn’t really been a big holiday for my family. We would make most of the traditional food and perhaps a few extra chairs might be pulled up around the table, but, once the food was eaten, the day was over. We always saved our ‘family-gathering-debacle’ for Christmas….

This year, we spent Thanksgiving with friends instead of relatives. We’ve never done that before. It was rather pleasant, seeing Thanksgiving from another family’s perspective.

I’m sure I’ll miss some things as there really are a lot of things that I’m thankful for, even if I don’t say it often enough—

I’m thankful for:

— being alive and healthy

— a husband who loves me exactly as I am, no ‘if-only-you’d-change-such-and-such’ hanging in the air

— a family that doesn’t drive me crazy all the time

— friends that haven’t let me drive them crazy

— every single fortunate thing that’s happened to me

— nearly every unfortunate thing that’s happened to me— can’t measure the wonderful moments without being occasionally reminded

— beauty in the world around me that lends itself to art, music & poetry so readily

— the infectious laughter of children

— so many wonderful stories left to be read and to be written

Oh, I should probably stop there, this list would become annoyingly long if I continued.

Who’s got a “thankful” list they’d like to share?

 

 

 

 

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