I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. Mine was spent with wonderful friends, who are masters at The Big Meal; cooking, serving, cleaning up. My husband, mother and I shared the table with 13 kind people and two turkeys (one smoked, the other deep fried, both delicious.)There was pie and cheesecake and wine. What could be bad?
Over soup, we went around the table and gave thanks. Most of us spoke about the gratitude we felt for family and friends, and for being included at this Thanksgiving dinner. Two of us mentioned the fact that dear ones are healing after grievous illness/diagnosis. Someone mentioned his gratitude at being in a place where everyone knew how to laugh at a joke. Our hostess acknowledged the blessing of beings Americans, for all our serious disagreements with the current administration.
I have working on gratitude lately. As I walk the dog in the sharp cold air of late fall. As I touch my toes in yoga. As I taste my daily bread. As I answer the phone call of a friend (caller ID is a good thing that way). I try to quiet my mind long enough to observe my luck and count the blessing of another day.