It's early evening in New Mexico's high desert, the beginning of the end of Thanksgiving 2015 in America.
I am thankful for all the blessings in my life. I am grateful for the roof over our heads, even though it's a bit leaky in places. I'm grateful to wake each morning to the sound of birds--when so many people huddle awake in the darkness surrounded by the explosions of missiles or the stutter of gunfire. I am so so so grateful for my beautiful daughter, and I pray that she stays safe and flourishes in this challenging world. I am in awe of her resilience, her experience, her depth of emotion and her goal to make good use of her wisdom and to survive with her tender heart intact.
I am sometimes overwhelmed by the depth of intent and work it takes to begin to know oneself. I fight despair at our human capacity for cruelty. And so I am in awe of the kindness and goodness so many people extend to family and strangers alike.
I am grateful for my writer friends all over this world, voices raised courageously, reaching for truth.
So as this day ends here in the land of an endless sky I give thanks.