Sometimes in the rushed and frenzied world of obligations and deadlines that I live in, though, I forget to take a moment to pause and ponder just how fortunate and blessed I am, and to be grateful for it.
Today I shall endeavour to do so, throughout the day.
I've never been to a Thanksgiving service at the church I sometimes attend, but I'm planning on going today. One of the things I enjoy about our little congregation is that it draws people from all walks of life, some of whom live in very different circumstances than my own. I have much to learn from them. Attending services there helps me keep things in perspective, and I am thankful for that.
So, what am I most thankful for this year, you may ask? That my dear sister Camilla, who has lived in pain for many years, is now mending. I am grateful that modern healthcare is making that possible for her. I do so love my darling Sister.
This year it is just the two of us at Darlington for Thanksgiving, by choice. I've been on a mad dash for much of the autumn, and the prospect of four days of quiet home life is something I have looked forward to, if not yearned for.
Times of unhurried reflection are some of the most regenerative and nourishing ones, I find.
Happy Thanksgiving, Dear Reader.
photograph by Boy Fenwick