Nothing encapsulates the meaning of Thanksgiving more than this Buddhist proverb. When we realize gratitude isn’t turkey or a holiday but a way of being, we are already blessed.
Not every Thanksgiving finds us spilling over with gratitude. Times of loss, of grief, of illness all color our gratitude scale. At times, we might even feel as carved out as the bird on the table, yet there are always blessings to be found, often in abundance. And that gratitude is what we share with others.
It’s easy to be thankful when life goes our way but when bad things happen, it’s a lot tougher to see the silver lining. When we look around or even back, we find moments of peace, joy, laughter and love. Sometimes, pictures help jog our memory so I thought I’d use a few to express some pictorial gratitude of my own this Thanksgiving.
Life is full of surprises.
Let the great ones take your breath away.
A grandchild . . . with their own child.
Who can not be grateful for living to see generations continue.
Until further notice . . .
"It's not just happy people who are thankful. It's thankful people who are happy."
I'm grateful every day for my children, grandchildren, (my first GREAT grandchild!), the man whose memory of love will last forever and for my abundance of wonderful friends. And for those who've followed my blog these past years, thank you!
creative diva. copy chick. idea junkie who likes to color outside the lines.
I’ve learned well that anything can happen – and if we wait long enough, pretty much everything does.
It’s what we do in between that counts.
When I began my first blog, writebrainwidow.blog, I was a devastated widow attempting to make sense of the unthinkable. Well, THAT quest was a bust, but the journey and all that it demanded was not.
I’m still here, I’m still writing, still persisting and resisting — with my sense of humor intact.
I'll continue to drop more words and thoughts into the "other shoe" so if it DOES fall – it might just be a kickass, backless heel.
A girl can hope.
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Loved this blog ….Mari ….especially the pictures….great job! Love Anita
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