Despite this year being a dumpster fire in so many ways, true thanksgiving is a state of mind & a constant awareness that no matter how dark the days may seem, we can resist that darkness. We have the power to choose to see & be the light for ourselves & others. Soft words, generous deeds, selfless acts of kindness toward strangers...we wield so much more power with one smile at a passerby in the grocery aisle than do all the egomaniacal “leaders” on earth if we simply keep them coming. For those who have born witness to the pain & struggle of others this year & have taken the time to pray, laugh, cry, encourage, defend, or even silently hold space with them, I am eternally thankful for your good, good hearts. If we as people cling to our compassion for one another, we can & will cross the bridges that seem to divide us.
Families are beautiful. And messy. This day can be challenging & instead of feeling love and warmth, many are left to feel excluded or invisible. Worse yet, many more were disinvited altogether, have no home or family to speak of, or are feeling obligated to force themselves into spaces that make them feel unsettled & unworthy. Sending love to all who struggle to “fit in” due to differing political, ideological or spiritual convictions. Love to those who suffer with drug addiction, mental illness, & wrong turns that have left them homeless. Love to all the incredible LGBTQ warriors whose families cannot yet see that their love is not only valid, but beautiful & perfect as all love is.
Sending love to those who can’t be with their families today. Our brave men & women in the military, heroic first responders & medical care teams, & yes, also our intrepid retail workers & truck drivers are all owed an extreme debt of gratitude. They all serve us whether we’re deserving of their sacrifices or not. May we strive to be worthy.
For many, there is an empty chair at the table this year. For some it’s the first year, which is the most difficult, & for others of us, it’s been nearly a decade. Or two. Or three. The longing & the loss never dissipate even as the days roll on & on turning into years.