It’s Thanksgiving week. It’s also unreasonably cold here. I do not enjoy entire days that never break the 32-degree mark. So that needs to stop.
My son is at his grandparents house for several days. I’ll spend the week writing and cooking old family recipes. Family will be in and out. Friends will visit this weekend.
It will all be quiet and warm and lovely.
As we begin the season of the year that gives me motion sickness from the spin of it, I’m so grateful for a moment to breathe and just be home.
May all of us know peace, love, joy and kindness. May we share our blessings with those who remain with their noses pressed against the glass of belonging. May we have full bellies, deep sleep and beautiful dreams. But mostly, may we all find a soft place to land when the spinning stops.