Although my neighborhood is sparkling with the reds and greens of Christmas, I’m hanging on to the colors of harvest for just a few more days. The rich red of cranberries and the warmth of harvest gold…the spicy hues of pumpkin and chestnut…the savory aroma of sage.
It somethimes seems that Thanksgiving is all but forgotten in the rush to Christmas.
But I will hold on to autumn and this small moment which requires nothing more of me than a smile and a prayer of gratitude.
May you find a special moment to have and hold as you celebrate a day of thankfulness.
May you find peace and kindness among friends.
May you find fulfillment of body, mind, and soul.
And may a wonderful stack of books await you at the end of all the reveling.