The night before Thanksgiving, I was thinking about all that I'm grateful for. I read the post I wrote about Thanksgiving last year. Some of the things I listed were:
Our home, warm & strong, that shelters me not just from the cold
& snow, but from the busy & sometimes invasive outside world.
My own peaceful, private space where I can be.
I'm grateful that our kids are healthy & happy.
I'm thankful for the security we have due to Mitch's skill & hard work.
I'm thankful for our shared beliefs & values. Beyond everything, we
believe in our family. I'm grateful to always know this.
The patch of woods we live on. I've been reading a lot lately of some
hard times & hard places, and I am so grateful for abundant firewood
to warm us & wildlife to feed us.
Clean northern Minnesota air & water.
All the pretty things the good earth offers for us to see & be a part of.
I'm thankful for interesting books. They are some of my favorite acquaintances.
For the peace & clarity around me as I get older. Making decisions
to no longer sacrifice myself & my time for things that aren't
important to me.. this is coming easier, and it's wonderful.
I'm thankful for learning.
I'm thankful for crossing paths with & knowing many good people,
and the ability to share with & learn from them.
For all the amazing things I've been able to see, do, & experience.
And for all the amazing things I've yet to see, do & experience; I'm thankful that I have them to look forward to.
Thanksgiving came and went, and I've since been focused on the flurry of the holiday season, coinciding with the flurry of basketball season, coinciding with the flurry of family life.
I've taken an unintentional break from blogging.
And I've been thinking of my blogging buddies. I'd like to talk about them.
I've been jotting thoughts,
sharing photos, documenting our family life for almost nine years, the
better part of a decade. Over the past couple of years, I've come to know
some of my fellow bloggers as friends. I think of them like modern day pen pals, some like extended family.
There's DJan; when asked a question such as
"who do you really admire?" ..I automatically think of her. There's TexWis
girl, talented artist and perhaps the most dependable commenter I've ever had, she has made my day brighter many times. There are
two Lindas who I've come to enjoy.. Linda W. and Linda R., both of them
adventurers in their own rite. At first I
kept them straight by thinking Linda West (Linda W. lives in my
favorite place, Oregon) and Linda R.V. (Linda R. travels the country to
it's most beautiful places in an RV with her husband.)
fellow Minnesotans from the lower part of the state, Grandma Barb, and Troutbirder, who lives near my brother-in-law and feels
as if he could be one of my own retired history teachers. Make
that two Barbs.. Barb in beautiful Breckenridge also. And two
Lynn(e)s. Lynne in Michigan, and Lynn from France. Two Karens.. Karen
Australia, mother of 8, I've grown to care about her family from afar.
And Karen who lives in Switzerland and France and travels to amazing
Stewart in Melbourne, gifted writer, deep thinker & earth observer, with a sense of humor. Arija, whom I admire also in Australia.. Nina,
kindred spirit from Scandinavia.. LadyFi, in Sweden, who
captures the world in photos in ways I hope to glimpse it each day.
Ranchwife Robyn in South Dakota, Marcia,
Michelle.. and Brandi, fellow mother of five. George
and Betsy in Tennessee, their
happiness makes me happy.
When I go weeks without finding time to read or write, I think about these friends around the country and the world. I might wonder how their day is going, or their name might come up in conversation with my family.
If you're reading, you've all touched my life in some way.
I'm eager to catch up with you all again!
I found these hearts made of snow on our front porch one early December day, left by Lilly.
Peace, Love and as William Woodworth said, “Rest and be thankful.”