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Communion with friends and words.

“Sharing food is communion with friends and the Earth.”  I can’t remember where I got this quote, but I wrote it on my kitchen chalkboard last year when I had my fifteen closest friends and family gathered in my home.  The meal was a combined effort… everyone shared their talents to make the day special, either by helping to prepare the food, bringing a dish or dessert, setting the table, serving drinks, making music, or making great conversation.

I always reflect this time of year on the things for which I’m thankful.  When I first started pondering the blessings of my life this year, I thought it was going to be a short (or maybe even nonexistent) list.  I was focusing on the stress and uncertainty I’ve been experiencing recently, and found it hard to come up with anything.

Last week, I had an unexpected turn-around in my attitude about many things.  I’m not sure what precipitated this sudden change of heart, but I started seeing the clean slate as an opportunity rather than a daunting chore.  As a result, I was able to come up with a “thankful” list that was longer than I expected.  I was surprised what a difference a little positivity made.

Although I am not hosting a Thanksgiving dinner in my home this year, I still want to share some food for thought.  In the spirit of my favorite holiday, truly American and beautifully un-commercialized, I offer you my list of things I will be giving thanks for on this Thanksgiving Day.  I would love to hear what you are giving thanks for as well.

1.       Thankful for my family, for helping me assimilate to life in a new town.
2.       Thankful for my new friends, for accepting me for who I am and treating me as though they’ve known me for years.
3.       I’m thankful for my old friends, for sticking with me through emails, texts, and Facebook after I moved away.
4.       Thankful for my friends from my past, whom I may not see anymore, for remaining with me in my heart and my head.  They remind me of who and why I am.
5.       Thankful for music, because life without music is not life at all.  More importantly, the people I jam with make life music-worthy.
6.       So thankful for the animals in my life, for purring and wagging.
7.       Thankful that there are job opportunities, even though it has been an uphill battle… I am thankful for failed cover letters and fruitless interviews because at least it means that I am able to work.
8.       I am thankful I don’t have to fly to see my family for Thanksgiving.  Nothing is worse than being molested by a balding, pot-bellied stranger just to board a plane!
9.       I am thankful for all four seasons.  Winter is on its way, and so is ski season.
10.   Last but not least, I am thankful for the time you have shared with me by reading this.

I wish you all a very happy Thanksgiving filled with food, fun, friends, and family  (and hopefully plenty of music too)!

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  1. Happy Thanksgiving Dana!! I hope you enjoy this time with your family. Chat with you soon I hope.

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  2. What a wonderful thought. I (and I'm sure I'm not alone) am thankful for you!

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