Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving everyday . . . On the beautiful sunny morning, I walked trails to our Thanksgiving celebration/Mass and as I returned met a few delightful people . . . surprising connections as we delighted in the brilliant sumach, very pink flame bush, reds, oranges and greens dancing in the breeze.

I thank God in a special way today, for YOU, who touch me all through my life, directly or indirectly.

(We are so one . . . and we know that separation and isolation are illusions.)

When I came in, I wrote:

You touch me . . . I hear you, I feel you, I see you , , , I love you . . . I thank you . . . deep in my heart. . .

Heart . . . divine dwelling, Spirit home.

Your heart. My heart. Heart of cosmos, Heart of love, Heart of Earth, water, air and fire. All heart.

Home of the mind, Brain's companion.

Light Dark all Love. Creating, being, becoming, transforming.

Beyond within radiating pulsing, Inviting you in, be at home in my heart.

Lost and suffering, rejected and torn. Anxious and angry.

Dancing and joyful. Hurting and dying. Welcome in, be at home.

Together healing. Letting past be past. Memories' sting lost.

Together healing, crying, sounding, singing, raging, trusting, daring.

Reaching in. Reaching out. Resting in. Resting out.

I hold all creation, you, all creation, gently, gratefully.

I am gratitude. I am a thanksgiving song.
Peace, Barb