I keep thinking about what I want to say for this, a post of thanksgiving, and I am struggling to find the words. I usually keep my personal life and my blog life quite separate, writing only about the things here that inspire me and feed my creative spirit.
Giving thanks for such things is easy. I feel blessed to live in a beautiful part of the world, to have friends and family in abundance, to have food in my cupboards, and to have a roof over my head. For these and so many other blessings I am grateful beyond measure. I can blurt out my thanks without thought or hesitation.
There is something else I am grateful for, though, and it is harder to express.
This year has been a difficult one for me and for some of the people I love most. Truly, it has been a year that has sometimes felt like it was endured more than lived. That's probably not a good thing to say aloud in the land of lifestyle blogs, where things tend to feel rather nicely tied up with candy-striped baker's twine. Nothing in life has felt nicely tied. All has been at loose ends.
The ends are still loose, and even a bit frayed at the moment, but that's just it--I don't care. I am grateful for this truly horrible year.
I am grateful for what it has taught me about empathy, about love, about holding on tight with both hands, and about letting go, too.
I am grateful for what it has forced me to face and for what it has forced me to feel. I am grateful that I've had the chance to learn very difficult lessons from someone much wiser than myself--and to learn them in the most loving and supportive of ways.
I'm also grateful that even on the most wretched of days, there is always room in my heart for a walk through fields and woods. Yes, I am truly blessed.
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