If they cut open people the way they do trees to count the rings, I suspect that the indications for this past year would show marked, even catastrophic, distress.
A weird way to begin a Thanksgiving post, but…you know what I mean, right?
I’ve been struggling lately with the concept of blessings. When we receive something we really needed or experience even more than we needed we often say we have been blessed. For many that is connected to a belief in divine intervention.
If that is true then what about all the folks who aren’t receiving what they really need or experiencing what it’s like to have more than they need? Are they not good enough for God to love them or care for their needs?
This is beginning to feel too much like the poor children who see what Santa brings the affluent children and wonder why Santa looked at them and found them lacking.
I have no answer for that except that I know that blessings are not about some folks being more deserving than others.
Today I am thinking about the horrors of the last year and also the people and experiences and things that got me through. All philosophical quandaries aside, I am thankful.
Here’s an undoubtedly incomplete list.
- Medical care and health insurance
- Therapy and medication
- Social Security and retirement savings
- My family, especially
- My husband
- Friends who get me with all my quirks
- Enough to eat and drink
- Art and art supplies
- Music
- Libraries
- My neighborhood/village and community

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