Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday and always has been. It didn’t change in the years when I was far from friends and family. Or the years when there was barely enough money to scrape together a meal. It was my favorite during years when I was nursing heartache or dealing with loss or physical pain.
It has nothing to do with geography or history or ideology or any of those things.
For one day, I remind myself to put aside the busyness, the worries, the anxieties, and remember all that I have to be thankful for. I think of all the people I’ve known who, despite overwhelming challenges, cultivated grateful hearts. Gratitude is not based on circumstance or luck; it is something we teach ourselves, and it is possible–no matter what.
Lovely! I agree.
We would make good neighbors. =)