My kids were inspired to make turkey notebooks after gleaning inspiration from Martha. They used construction paper and writing or drawing paper and glue sticks. The turkeys stand up and contain several pages for writing or drawing. A cute little craft as turkey day approaches.
All the while I'm thinking gratitudes. They come in many forms for me, non-traditional and different. Glimpses, dare I say magic.
Friends, all of my dear friends, most true and confident and fun. I'm amazed, again, as I have found that you really can simply pick back up where you left off with friends. I'm full of aw about the way those people who have such amazing gifts and love show up at the very moment I might need them. I'm thankful, ever thankful, for all of our health here in my little family. The clean air, water, skies. Warm fires, fluffy beds, hugs, snuggles, kitties purring in my ear late at night. Festivals, shows, gatherings, markets, trips, all of which are food for my soul.
I'm happy for the calm that letting go brings and doing less and having more time. I'm recognising the gift of me, the woman I am, separate from everything, the spinning top of myself. I'm thinking, really thinking hard about what medicine means in the course of treatment of my mate. We have come full circle back to our understanding of natural. For that deep inner wisdom that always rings true, I am ever grateful. The humor of my oldest child, the sparkle in his eyes and the calm happiness that he brings to this family every single day means the world to me. I'm glad that I am here, present as my daughters are reaching milestones and gathering themselves before their blossoming.
I am in praise of good food, wool, wood, wind, bells, shooting stars, weekly alternative papers, gifts. I am grateful that my list of undone chores makes me smile, because they are my chores and they are my life. My chickens happily scratching in the tilled garden and bringing a dozen eggs into our home ever day are a blessing. My dogs, my sunny windows, my strong hands, my loving mate, a hot bath, a good book, read by a different family member each night. Lights glowing in the darkness of evening, wishing my comfrey plants a restful winter as they finally give way and do their growing underground now. I am always happy for the silliness that seems to be my inner fire, the thing that keeps me where I am, pure fun. All of our lovely customers in our shop, what a wonder.
Growing babies who are potty trained, weaned, sleeping through the night and very very sure of themselves these days. Little boys who are learning to read and write and loving it. Clean fresh laundry, random nice letters in the mail and pictures of friend's babies. I'm grateful, as a tiptoe around the house just before bed, that we are together, snug in this house, then I cover everyone beneath the many blankets and kiss their sleeping heads. Mostly...I'm thankful for this, all of this, this life, my LIFE!
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