Giving Thanks on Thanksgiving 2016

I posted this poem last Fall, but it’s one of my favorites:

“Slowly,

She celebrated the sacrament of letting go.

Then orange, yellow and red, Finally she let go of her brown.

Shedding her last leaf she watched its journey to the ground.

She stood in silence wearing the color of emptiness

Her branches wondering how do you give shadow with so much gone.

She stood empty and silent stripped bare leaning against the winter sky.

She began her vigil of trust

                                                              And then the sacrament of waiting began.”

Winter is the season I “wait” for each year, anticipating the peace, surprise, and absolute beauty of snow all around, on the ground, in the trees, flakes falling through the cold skies.  Thanksgiving in the past marked the first day of skiing on the mountain.  It still does for the younger part of my family, but now, a bit older and a whole lot more cautious, I’m blessed with “slow beauty”  – or cross country skiing.  Isabella and I venture out daily, she wearing bear feet and I my skis, to feel the blessing of all that is in and all around.  I’m thankful for the quiet of winter and “trust” that the snows are here to stay.  A fire in the wood stove, holiday lights inside and out, a blanket and a good book to end the day is what I have?  (Just read “Lab Girl” – so good and funny – and now “Boys in the Boat” – well written.)  Thank you all for being but, yet, one more blessing that I can give thanks for.

Wishing everyone a Thanksgiving filled with love, kindness, wellbeing, and warmth – the warmth part is for those who prefer  temperatures that would melt snow. 

 

Isabella

 

The young ones on the mountain
The younger ones ski on the mountain on Thanksgiving
Slow Beauty
Slow Beauty