I'm tired, and full, and grateful.
I hope your day has been gentle and full as well. That you are safe and warm tonight.
That you will sleep tonight in a soft bed, and sleep deeply and well. I hope you will wake tomorrow
to good work, and enough food, and someone to say a kind word to you. That you will hug someone you love, and that you will have something funny to tell, and someone to tell it to.
I wish you to feel as blessed and grateful as I do tonight.
And if you are missing someone, as I am tonight, I hope that you can feel a little of this:
Our elderly tabby cat, Little, the matriarch of our pride of household lions, passed away last year in the summer after a long decline. Last month or so, my son came to me one day and said, "Mama! I discovered something! If you bend down, and close your eyes, and reach out your hand, you can feel Little's fur! You can try it if you want to, mama."
I did, and while I didn't feel that fur with my my hand, I felt its memory brushing against me, so soft and gentle and warm.
Close your eyes, and reach out your hand.
Bless you all. Happy Thanksgiving.
Hi. That's me. I write, sometimes, about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.