Thanksgiving and Gratitude

Beloved readers,

I have 96 page views from Ukraine. Huh. I can't help but think that's a cybercrime phenomenon. Good luck, if so, since this is a not for profit hobby and I don't use this email address for anything else. Or maybe it's because there's "boob" in the title? Should I add "erection free money kitten" and see how much more traffic I can drum up? Nah.

Right, back to something timely. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I am so very grateful. I like to try to practice gratitude every day of my life, and it has saved my sanity on numerous occasions. But one day a year, I'm actually in with the crowd on this habit, which is an unusual feeling for me, so that's fun.

I have so much to be grateful for.

I was overwhelmed with all the hate and fear and chaos in the news a couple days ago and asked on my facebook feed "please make me laugh," and lots of people did. Thank you!

My children are healthy and safe and loved. This should be a "well duh, of course." It's not. For so, so, so many children, around the world and a short walk from my front door, these things are not "of course." I am so grateful, and at the same time, I am not satisfied. I will not be satisfied until every kid in the world can say they are safe and loved and as healthy as they can be. (So, yes, I will likely die unsatisfied, but still grateful.)

I have kind, sweet friends and family who check to make sure I have somewhere to be for the first Thanksgiving I will spend away from my children since I have had children. Thank you!

As mentioned previously, I am safe and warm and well fed (perhaps a bit overfed of late) and healthy and educated and employed and housed and so many things that many can not take for granted. I am grateful.

I could keep going. It would get dull for even the most patient reader. I should say, however, that gratitude is a beginning. Because I am grateful, and because I understand that scarcity has been imposed on so many, I must let my gratitude move me forward to help create justice.

Lastly, allow me to ask please that you hold in your hearts so many this day who are not safe, who are not home, who are not sure where they will be safe and at home again. Those fleeing the terrorism of pseudo-Muslims, our neighbors crying out for justice, the list is long. They are our sisters and brothers, we need them, and we owe it to them to help however we can.

I am grateful for you, dear readers. Thank you!

Much love,
Suzi