This year — oh this year — has been challenging. The pandemic seeps into all of the nooks and crannies, as silent as air but as powerful as water. It brings with it immediate and obvious damage; it slowly wears away at what we thought bedrock; with time and time and time, it creates fissures and chasms.
But just like water, the pandemic also brings change. It washes away what was stagnant; reveals the things we were needing to see; carries with it a different way of moving around in this world. And in that way, creates new life…even when it seems to not.
The challenge, as we wait for this sickness to ebb, is to settle into the contradiction. To get comfortable with the unknowing, to sink our bare feet into the here and now, to consider what we might find hidden in the flotsam and jetsam.
And in that way, no matter, here on this day of Thanksgiving, we are — each of us — able to give thanks.
Thanks for struggle and challenge.
Thanks for breathe and the semblance of health.
Thanks for the clamor of the world still turning.
Thanks for the silence of stillness.
Thanks for what we let go.
and thanks for what we hold dear.