At Least Thankful
Early this morning before my eyes opened, thoughts started to flow………….what day is it……what is the mornings schedule……………feeling slightly less than rested from the dry winter air that leaves my eyes dry and my hair static…………..Moon dog, my faithful cat purring and nudging me to get up and feed him…………the question of Who am I? doesn’t fit anymore.
Now my question to myself is, How do I wake up in all of this?
At least I am thankful when the holidays revolve around food and sharing love. This one is no different. Planning, pulling out the old familiar recipes, some from my grandmother and some from a favorite Aunt Betty.
Another year another Thanksgiving. Holidays are like markers and I am noticing that my family has changed and grown in a good way. I guess I have too. I’ve chunked it down pretty far now and the most important part for me is to be happy in the moment, or at least thankful in the moment.
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