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    I have always loved Thanksgiving.  It’s a welcome pause to stop and enjoy my family and my many blessings.

    Thanksgiving of 2007 was poignant, and each one after that is a benchmark.  I am another year older, and then there is Thanksgiving!  The focus is the turkey, the festivities, family, or perhaps loneliness and hardship, which good hearted people try especially to ease at this time of year.  What’s great about this whole hoopla is that we are reminded to give thanks, and our churches, workplaces, schools  and communities build gratitude into business as usual.

    What if gratitude IS business as usual?

    My whole perspective on this has changed considerably.  I am grateful that my children are little stinkers and made me so mad I wanted to tear my hair out this morning.  Why?  Because when Thanksgiving came three years ago, I was still weak and sick.

    When I was undergoing extremely aggressive treatments for an extremely aggressive cancer, my little pistol of a boy was exquisitely well behaved.  That was because he was scared out of his mind.  That he is an irascible 13 year old is simply beautiful, and I am so grateful for that!

    When I had my 36th birthday, my baby boy was five months old.  His godmommy had played with him earlier in the evening, and as I rocked him in my rocking chair, singing him a lullaby, he anointed me with all the churned contents of his little tummy.  I laughed, got us both to the bathtub and got us washed off, and reflected on what a gift I had just received for my birthday!  I had miscarried before this beautiful boy had come into the world, and the privilege of little baby barf was just perfect.

    Having faced the very real possibility of not having the privilege of getting old, I am grateful for my wrinkles, my occasional aches and pains, and that I get to be around children a lot.  I am grateful for the smell of rain.  I am grateful that I can write, that I can sing, that I can be taxi service for my 11 year old socialite daughter.

    All of us grumble.  It’s human, and it’s comfortable.  Gratitude has not always come naturally to me, but now it does.  Not a day goes by that I don’t give thanks for my life, and every beautiful thing in it.

    Every day on this earth is a gift.  None of us know when our time is up.  We could be called home at any moment.  The lingering memory of my cancer experience ensures that I am keenly aware of this.  I am grateful for the exalted and the mundane, the frustrating and the outrageous.  Sometimes the joy is so huge I feel that I can’t contain it, nor would I want to.

    I am grateful even for suffering.  I know what I can endure, and I have a glimpse of how much love my heart can hold.

    The Sufi Master Hazrat Inayat Khan said, “God breaks the heart again and again and again until it stays open.”

    Blessings to you and yours this Thanksgiving!

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