This week always makes me ask myself what am I thankful for–which is probably something we should all be doing every day, but this is the week for blessings and here are mine:
1) My family. All of them. My husband and kids. My mom and dad. My brother and his family. My husband’s family–he’s got all these wonderful siblings and lots of nieces and nephews and they are all really great people. I am thankful I knew all my grandparents, even my great-grandmother, and will carry with me the stories and lessons they shared with me. To me, family is like a great heartbeat that carries life along.
2) My home. I love our house. It isn’t always perfectly ordered, not well decorated, but it is ours. I love the uneven hardwood floors, the view of the Sound from nearly every room in the house, my gardens in all their seasons–even now when nearly everything is dying back, but from my kitchen window I see one rose blooming defiantly against the coming of winter. I love the quilts on the beds because my mother made them, my dishes because they were my grandmother’s, and the cacaphpny of children that surrounds me most days.
3) Writing. I am ever so thankful for this gift I have been given. Every time I get an email, a letter or see one of my books on the shelf, I say a quiet prayer of thanks that this is how I get to spend my life. I am humbled on the days the words tumble out like water from a garden hose, for I know better than to think that such magic, such an incredible well-spring is just my mine and mine alone. I don’t dismiss for a moment that I got to where I am without years of hard work, writing is always a gift in process–to continue owning it, it must be used, polished and practiced, and when the time is right, celebrated.
May your Thanksgiving be filled with such celebrations and overflow with blessings.
So tell the rest of us, what are you thankful for?