It’s the official day to be thankful and I am. I hope you are, too, and that if you’re among those who lost their homes this year, as my brother and his wife did, that you can sit quietly and close your eyes and know that everything happens for a reason and, if you will allow it, that your life is yet full of potential. Our true homes are inside us, where love abides. I tell my children ‘Home is wherever your Mom is,’ but the truth is, our hearts connect us each to the Source of Love and Life, our Creator, and that when we’re connected there, we’re home no matter where we are or what is happening.
These last couple of years have made us all realize what is important. My children and I had to move in 2005 when, due to my illness, we were forced to sell our home. It was sad and a shock at the time, but four years later, we’re so grateful for each other and for the love in our family. My daughter and I live in a small apartment on very little money, but we feel blessed to have a home. We see homeless people in our community—it was 26 degrees last night—and are very grateful for the roof over our heads. I pray for homeless people and hope to see in my lifetime a country full of compassion and understanding for others, in which everyone is valued and has a home.
The picture above is of the little gifts from nature that I have collected on my walks with Max. The one to the right show my nature-collection, and other treasures. They remind me every day that I am blessed. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.