Gratitude, the Canadian Thanksgiving edition

A friend sent me this quote today and it felt like just what I needed to hear:

"Give us thankful this the season of Thanksgiving. May we be thankful for health and strength, for sun and rain and peace. Let us seize the day and the opportunity to strive for that greatness of spirit that measures life not by its disappointments but by its possibilities, and let us ever remember that true gratitude and appreciation shows itself neither in independence or satisfaction but passes the gift joyfully on in larger and better form."
 –W.E.B. DuBois

In this season I feel so much gratitude for the richness and the depth of my life.

As I sit back on my heels in the garden, pushing the garlic down into loosened earth, mouth full of the smell of bruised tomato leaves, I am content.

This cycle, rich and deep and always pushing onward, I can feel that I am a part of it. My heart has been heavy, but by placing myself in the centre of living and dying, in my autumn garden, I find peace. I am whole here. I'm just another growing thing, living and dying all at once.

When I'm sad, I try to list my gratitudes, to pull myself up. It isn't always, but today it's so easy to find them.

I've been reflecting on how lucky I am that I've been given a chance to speak and be heard, listen and share. Yes, I've done my bit to grasp wildly at opportunity, but I live in wondrous gratitude that there are people willing and ready to listen. What a thing to know that people want to hear what I have to say. And wasn't it always like this, but I didn't trust it enough to raise my voice? 

Here's the core of it – the thing that really matters: I am surrounded by love and my days have meaning. What more can this little life ask?

I'm thankful for all of you (most especially my mister) and the ways you all help me to be a better person, to live in the light and to hold onto joy.

I am giving thanks for all of you with every breath. Today, and every day. 

Such love.