I’m far more an American Buddhist than a monotheist of any stripe, but I can still express gratitude for my many blessings.
To whom, you might ask?
That presumes a whom. A whom, ahem, it presumes.
I prefer the amorphous, the sans-shape, the Universal All that gives me the gift of in-breath and out-breath ever alternating and sits back, puffing on its pipe, intrigued always by what I choose to do with that gift.
Squander? Avail? Idle away? Seize in fierce embrace?
So, okay, pipe-puffer, here are the blessings I thank you for:
- An American electorate finally awake enough to throw the Republicans out en masse, stunned and horrified by this faux leadership’s utter lack of moral values, however much they pretend elsewise.
- Two groovy daughters, Caitlin and Lianna, whip-smart each in her own way.
- A wonderful father who has given me an example of kindness and consideration, of embracing my creativity as he has embraced, and continues to embrace, his own.
- A smart, lovely, creative, caring, joyous, and playful wife, my treasured Victoria, to share the rest of my life with.
- Sigfried the cat, nuff said!
- A fine gaggle of friends, and at the top of the list, Fred and Maryjo, who never fail to delight us with their wonderfulness.
- Great work colleagues in the places I have spent my nine-to-five hours, diligent, fun-loving, and respectful always of work-life balance.
- My undying curiosity about the world, its past, present, and future, and my love of books, both the writing and reading of.
- My good fortunes in having my fiction published and appreciated, and the writers/agents/editors it has been my delight to meet and befriend.
- Good health, secure finances, and the moderate Colorado climate with its bonus of many sunny days indeed.
- And of course, I’m grateful indeed–and daily sacrifice live chickens–to the Goddess of the Blogosphere.
Here’s to the peace and joy of gratitudinous thanksgivingness on this extra-special day of days!