This holiday, as we break bread with one another, from table to table lets join in gratitude of home-place, nourishment, love, and joy!
There is a lot to be grateful for, despite the difficulties in our personal lives, and globally. Today, as I celebrate with a family of friends, I think of my family in New York, Maryland, Florida, and elsewhere. I am filled with gratitude for my ancestors of this land and lands far beyond the USA, that struggled to create a sense of safety, freedom, and peace, often not for all but just for the privileged few. I count myself as privileged, not by way of earning but just luck!
So many of us are torn, but each of us can pick up the thread and begin to mend and heal ourselves, our communities, our families, our ancestral wounds and our earth.
I am deeply filled with prayer, that we will all see beyond our differences to join one another in all that we share and cherish. I pray that we do not let our differences divide us. I am filled with gratitude for each person I know who chooses to share what’s in their heart, honestly and openly.
We talked about how this space could best serve the family’s needs and started by moving the items that didn’t belong out. This process will usually create a bigger mess initially than you have to begin with. The chaos of pulling things out and not yet having room to put them away can really turn people off …but hang in there!
