In the flickering autumn warmth, we gathered with so much thanksgiving.
This was a momentous occasion for so many reasons. Mostly because of the loss we felt in missing my grandfather’s presence in our celebration this year.
But also because every time the sun rises on one of these sacred days, it finds us each more weathered by the seasons of the past year - days of watching babies grow, weeks of learning lessons, months of expanding friendships, crying tears of both joy and sorrow alike. And it’s this kind of weathering that reveals a deeper sort of wisdom - the kind that fills the pause of these celebration days with reflection, makes space for gratitude and embraces thanksgiving.