Thanksgiving weekend 2020. I am grateful for the ways that this unusual year has beamed light into my life. Grateful for the ways it has illuminated the path out of dark places and for the ways it has challenged and compelled me to grow. I’m grateful for the rest it has provided, for the deep exhalation of breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding. I am grateful for the dusty corners it has exposed and for the opportunity to both banish some long held nonsense that has been hiding there, and to polish some precious things set aside and neglected. I am grateful for the ways it has burst through complacency and routine and forced us to reimagine how to love and hold onto one another. I am grateful for the dispersion of light through prisms of kindness, duty, faith and family ties. I am grateful for foundations that have held firm and have been a beacon through uncertainty and loss. I am also grateful for the jagged glare reflecting off of pursuits no longer worthy of further effort. I have been filled with gratitude for shared warmth and rays of hope when I was afraid. I will always be grateful for anything that sparks laughter and joy. I am grateful that at some point in every day, all over the world, the light shines on all of us, affirming us with its intensity and inviting us to experiment with a new day. I am grateful for it’s glorious predictability and for it’s omniscient source.
Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun. Ecclesiastes 11:7
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