Lean toward joy.
Link onto arms that support you.
Lead from your dreams.
Love what you love and who you love.
Listen for sounds that comfort you.
Learn what emboldens you.
And linger over moments that lift you.
This being Thanksgiving and Thursday, I cannot let this day pass without some attention on what we share here and why.
Seeing and celebrating the sacred in daily life requires more of you when days are full of family and busyness. Or, perhaps this and these days are full of quiet, but you sense the stirring towards this season of dark nights and bright days.
This swirl of activity is exactly where daily life begins.
With these people.
With these pesky attitudes.
With this sink full of dishes.
With all these boots lined up by your back door.
It is these people, this table round-even if it is just you today, reading, potchkeying around the house while the whole nation watches football, stuffs turkeys or has a regular Thursday anywhere but in the USA, it is this action of taking a moment to stop and see, that is your portal, your entry point to falling in love with your own life.
Like my dear Maria Sirois asks of us, “Linger over moments that lift you”…could you do that today?
We ran/walked a Turkey Trot today. I was happy to do something new and outside.
Tomorrow, Friday, we will not be shopping.
And the next days, of Advent beginning, of heading in to the full tilt pitch of December, I am getting ready to host, with Pippa and Penny Best of The Story of MUM, a FeMail art workshop and reading of An Anthology of Babes: 36 Women Give Motherhood a Voice at the Museum of Motherhood in Manhattan.
If you are near NYC next Thursday, stop in! Here are details.
And wherever you are today,
thank you, for reading me here, for sharing this site with your friends and for
shedding your own particularly grace-filled light with the people around you.
All my love,