Nov 25, 2009 21:08
Thanksgiving is the holiday that still feels relatively pure, an almost platonic form of "holiday-ness" in the abyss of crass American consumerist culture. Thanksgiving gathers up your favorite people and shamelessly surrounds them with love and food and gratitude. Aside from the grocery store runs on Turkey, cranberries, and pumpkins, stores have not found especially salient ways to capitalize on the day. It's how more holidays should be - less gifts, more love.
And there is so very much I am grateful for this Thanksgiving:
* My relationship with Ben that keeps growing and changing and evolving and expanding in ways I never thought possible. This year as easily been our best yet. We've hit an incredibly sweet part in our marriage - content, deep, loving and intuitive - and I cannot wait to see where it leads us next.
* My community that continues to astound me in its love and creativity and passion. I do not know quite what I did to have such fabulous people surrounding me, encouraging me, supporting me, playing with me, and listening to me but, gods, what a wonderful life.
* My family of birth who, for all their quirks, have shaped me into the person I am today and continue to love and support me now matter how odd I become. For my brother, my constant ally; my mother, whose strength this year has left me in awe; my father, who always believed in me; my niece and nephew, who have filled our family with life and health and joy; my grandma, who shares the family stories.
* My new home that I have created with Ben as a display of our intention to create a space of warmth, love, simplicity and care. I have yet to tire of the simple joy of watching the rain from the balcony window or of listening to Ben play the shiny new piano.
I could go on and on and on. I am so grateful to be where I am in my life, to have so much love surrounding me and so much joy in my life. This really is the good life and I am humbled and grateful.