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The person who wrapped these lovely flowers in that lovely tote offers me both kindness and friendship.
I am a very lucky person. She is one of many kind friends that have gathered around me.
My heart swells with gratitude to all of them. You know who you are!
I have also been fortunate in having strangers come to my assistance. I may not know who you are but I am very appreciative of your aid. And, of course, your kindness in all those unexpected acts of friendship.

For years, my attempt at keeping a plant in my home ended in brown leaves and disappointment.
I have finally found a plant that, starting as a small cutting, has done nothing but thrive. I missed my watering schedule a couple of weeks ago. It started to droop. Uh oh, that’s it, I thought, this looks familiar.
A little remedial watering and back to our schedule, a hubby who greets the perky little thing and look where we are now.

It’s become a trope that we meet difficult times with a contradicting list of thanks. Just because it feels clichéd or rote doesn’t make it bad advice.
The season of thanks giving should not be the last word on gratitude.
Finding the grateful in even the awful helps us. It’s not Pollyanna speaking when I say make it easier on yourself by looking at the plus-side.
Sometimes we have to dig deep to find anything for which to be thankful. It’s that digging deeper that helps put everything in perspective. Perspective is often what stops us from dissolving into depression.
You might find positives in inanimate objects- in nature or a favorite scarf, but you need to embrace the people who help you in the smallest of ways. Friends, neighbors, strangers can help you put a grip on that perspective.
Reaching out to express our thanks to those to whom we are grateful connects us. This closes the circle of gratitude and opens our hearts.
It’s not sappy. It’s human.

Wishing you the best for the holiday season.
Thanks Giving is the kick-off event.
Kick-off in more than one sense as football is such a big part of the day.
We go from here. Turkeys have been pardoned, although many more have been roasted. Pies have been baked or bought and consumed along with much more.
Sated, we are prepared to be grateful for all we have and all we share.
The day itself is a ritual of gratitude. It’s a reminder to us that we have it pretty good.
Gratitude is not a bad rite to celebrate. We could, really give it our full attention- without the distractions of turkey, pumpkin pie and football- 365 and on those leap years 366.