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.
Sara Renee Logan has been telling stories to everyone who would listen since she was seven. She organized storytimes for her college roommates, and spent a year at Oxford studying folklore and folktales. Many years as a Waldorf teacher allowed her to tell stories about everything from Baba Yaga's hut on chicken legs to the water cycle to the life of Joan of Arc. Sara shares her life with her partner, Melanie, their son, and an unreasonable family of pets. She continues to share her love of storytelling and stories with audiences of all ages, specializing in bringing the wild beauty of folktales to young and old. Sara writes about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.