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 lives in Minnesota with her wife, their son, and a lot of cats and turtles. She coaches waldorf moms and other sparkly unicorns, helping them find wonder, ease, and contentment. Sara writes about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.