On this Thanksgiving, as I look out on the snow covered trees thick with the density of this land my heart sees the West. The vast expanse of the blue and purple hews spattered with yellows and cactus green. My body remembers the warmth of the sun from Cathedral Rock as the ravens fly overhead. I give thanks to the Natives of this land and sorrow for what has been taken and ponder ways of reparation, healing and growing.I will be home soon and as we follow the trail west with our baby and four footed family members using the steps of so many before us. I offer thanks to this Eastern land so full of ancient trees that connect all living beings under the earth. I am forever grateful to this space that birthed my family and it will protect us as we head home West.
Wishing you all a wonderful Thanksgiving and may gratitude heal our hearts and grow our souls.