For the peace and promise of a sunrise.
The quickening of breath that comes
when we take in the beauty of our surroundings.
For the mystery and humility
of daring to see how we are all connected.
For the opportunity, over and over again,
to choose joy.
For waking up every day to the unknown
and the courage to walk into that day.
For loved ones and the trusted few
for whom we dare to be truly seen.
For the ones we touch and those who touch us
never knowing the grace exchanged.
For teachers and wise companions
who shed light on our path.
For seasons of sun and rain and bountiful harvest.
For the reprieve of winter stillness.
For the wild ones with whom we share this earth
those we see and those we never will.
For the connection beyond words
of beloved fur companions
who purr and bound
and know when to sit upon
or offer soft fur to lean against.
For giving and receiving.
For doors opened and walls broken down
by the simple and spiraling depths of love.
For Belonging. . .
to ourselves
to one another
to the world
. . .Thanksgiving.
