Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. It’s always been. I’m not sure why. It might be because I love the fall. The changing of seasons. Transitioning from the harshness of the Texas heat to a milder time of year. The colors of fall in Texas are perhaps to some not as notable as other areas of the country. But, as everyone who knows me knows, the Texas Hill Country is dear to my heart and I love the colors of Thanksgiving in the hills and the smells of the air…and the sense of home that, for some reason, Thanksgiving always brings to me.
I noticed one time in my journalling that I might go for a long period of time w/out writing…but, somehow, I seem to have quite a few entries, religiously, always at Thanksgiving. Some of my fondest memories of peaceful days, are ones of sitting alone somewhere on Thanksgiving day, usually afternoon, and reflecting on my life, my family and friends.
Some day, I hope to compile just a journal of all my Thanksgiving day writings. They’re not all happy but what is joy, if not realized at times through adversity?
Thanksgiving has, for the most part, been a difficult holiday for me. It’s only been in recent years that I’ve been able to step aside and revel in the beauty of the “season”. It does help being in the NorthEast and having the beautiful fall colors right at my fingertips. But Thanksgiving is more than that. It’s like you said…Reflecting on my life and family and friends. …Seeing the beauty and the challenges that it has brought in and throughout my life and recognizing that I wouldn’t be who I am today without all of it combined.
Thanks for being a huge part of my life, Sis. I love you…
I love you too…always. <3