I discover as I think about it that I love Thanksgiving. I like the feeling of the summer drawing to a close, of retreating behind walls for the winter, snug and replete. I like the mostly non-commercial aspect of it; the shops try hard to convince us to introduce Thanksgiving presents, or Thanksgiving crackers for the table, but most of us ignore them. It's nearly always good weather, here. Today, the sun is shining, and the leaves are bright and inviting. The garden colours are warm - oranges, red, deep purples.
This year, I also feel a deeper impulse for thankfulness than last. The past years have been difficult, and though I was always thankful for friends and family and a good job that I love, I nevertheless often felt a slight sense of desperation, as if I were spitting in the wind or whistling in the dark. Now, I feel a greater sense of peace and recovery, moved not so much to a listing of individual blessings as a feeling of thankfulness just for being. I feel like one of those Oscar winners who says "I have so many people to thank: you all know who you are!" I have so much to be thankful for; I'm content simply to let it be so.