This past weekend was Thanksgiving here and it has this funny tradition of often being the nicest weekend of the year (in my opinion). This year did not disappoint. The weather was warm, breezy and the sky was that stunning shade of blue that one only sees in the fall.
Thanks to having to walk my dogs (one of the best things about having hunting dogs - they NEED to run and when you are going to walk anyway, you might as well go somewhere nice), I had a chance to see autumn in all of its glory.
I've been slowly reading An Altar in the World by Barbara Brown Taylor and both the chapter on Attentiveness and Groundedness reminded me of the importance of truly seeing the beauty in creation. For me, at least, it's so true - being outside in the lovely places serves to remind me almost better than anything else, how truly blessed I am. If anything, it's humbling - I kept feeling overwhelmed that I am allowed to live in this area with horses and farms within walking distance of my house and a huge maze of forests around us that are all within about a 7 - 10 minute drive from home. Best of all, it's safe here to walk alone and I am very aware that for many people, they can't venture away from home without needing to be hyper-vigilant and to feel unsafe. I walked an hour in the forest with just my dogs (who would be useless against trouble, I think, unless it was a squirrel or a raccoon) and when I did encounter people, they were just fellow walkers like me, who had a smile, a "Happy Thanksgiving" and then just continued on their way.
We also had so much time this weekend to enjoy each other. We saw friends, we visited family and, most of all, Dh and I and the kidlets were able to just "be" together. I can't say how lucky I am and how much I enjoy my family most of the time. I feel so lucky to have two healthy, happy children and to have the privilege to try to craft a childhood for them. Having little people truly does allow one to see the world through different ideas, with a lense of awe and excitement and to appreciate the little blessings, such as a rope hanging from the tree or a pile of leaves or a magical tree.
This weekend served as such a reminder to me that I need these slower times to remind myself that no matter how awful things may be that are happening in the greater world, there are so many blessings for which to say thank you.