It’s been a pretty tough week for many,
And catastrophic for others.
As we in Canada go into our thanksgiving weekend, it might be a little hard to see the rainbows in this world. We are daily deluged with images of the evil that mankind is capable of.
We are also offered images, if we look past the horrors, of kindness, grace, joy, love and faith.
Of babies, and heroes, of nature and beauty.
If we take the time to look…
I was asked the other day if I watched the game on TV?
Nope, I was outside watching the moon rise and the stars dance.
I committed early this week to a daily thankfulness “what went right” ritual. I have not posted actual statements, but I have tried to share some of the beauty that surrounds me.
Going forward into the weekend, I am thankful, thankful for the beautiful area I lie, the eyes to see it, and heart to feel it.
The family I will see, and those I will think of on this weekend.
The heritage recipes that my mom, and grandmothers, and friends have taught me as I prepare the dinner for many of my loved ones.
That my grandma Horricks taught my sister heather to make the world’s most wonderful pastry, so that she can bring her amazing pumpkin pie, and that while I am blessed to have my very own “Kitchen MacGyver” as a sister, I will likely never have to subject folks to my pastry making skills!
Happy Thanksgiving to my Canadian family and friends.
And to all of my family and friends, stay safe! You are my blessings