Thanksgiving Day


With gratitude I open this morning’s meditation on Thanksgiving Day 2020. To be able to greet each of you in the morning is a joy. Morning greetings have become a sound byte that resonate respect, warmth and an authentic salutation that I feel in my heart. Sometimes I have fun with it as I say your names; always I feel excitement in its redundancy.


The language of the heart can be challenging to express at times because of the emotions that ride along with it. Daily I witness your heart even if you have never spoken. I know you because I know me.


We are living in challenging times. Thanksgiving Day is a mile marker of sorts. We can grumble for those not heeding the warnings about getting together. We can rejoice to finally have a reason not to go anywhere. Wherever we reside on the spectrum, we are rewriting Thanksgiving Day from start to end. There is not an adult soul on earth anywhere unaware of risk today. Different choices different people. The bottom-line truth today is gratitude, thankfulness and deep appreciation, all emotions residing in the heart.


The truth of Thanksgiving Day has come more to the forefront with the knowledge of the harm and hurt afforded to indigenous people that resulted in the idea of Thanksgiving Day. May all beings find compassion.


Not everyone can afford food on Thanksgiving Day. May all beings find ways and means to feed their hearts and bodies.


I often hit a WAL when I am expressing words from my heart. An acronym W-A-L – Words Are Limiting. The language of the heart is beyond words, beyond utterance of syllables. The language of love is silent yet known by everyone. The language expresses itself through eyes, through our hands, through our actions, through our deeds, our thoughts, our visions, our intentions. Universally we communicate with each other. Our first step is to believe we can. Then the river is open and love travels.


Thank you for your trust. Thank you for your friendship. Thank you for listening and sharing. Thank you for your kindness. Thank you for honoring and respecting yourself. Thank you for being you.


When Giving Is All We Have

Alberto Ríos

One river gives Its journey to the next.


We give because someone gave to us. We give because nobody gave to us.


We give because giving has changed us. We give because giving could have changed us.


We have been better for it, We have been wounded by it—


Giving has many faces: It is loud and quiet, Big, though small, diamond in wood-nails.


Its story is old, the plot worn and the pages too, But we read this book, anyway, over and again:


Giving is, first and every time, hand to hand, Mine to yours, yours to mine.