It's pretty hard to feel thankful this year. In the last two weeks,
contessagrrl died suddenly and unexpectedly, and Trump was elected.
But in dark times, hope shines the light of a way forward, so I'm starting out this week's gratitudes for hope. It springs eternal, the green bud of the crocus pushing through the snow banks, not promising that winter is over, but promising that it will end.
I don't know where we're going from here, but I know I'm bringing hope with me, and that's what has me putting each foot in front of the other for now.