I had a lovely day of thanks giving yesterday with a small but sincere gathering of open hearts. Threads of conversation–any tendril available to anyone at any time–an undulating web of compassion.
If it sounds lively, it was; that in it itself was a banquet.
And we were mindful of it. Our gratitude perhaps best expressed by a thoughtful young woman who reminded us “we’re going to be okay.” I am decades older than she but if this woman who works with and for the planet believes, then I’m with her.
If you’re still intact, if you’re still viable
it means you’ve been growing somehow.
That all of the impressions of life
have landed and stuck somewhere.