quick note: Boy, the pace of life accelerated with the coming of autumn. This last week it felt like I’d gone back to full-time employment. I’m glad the week-end is here.
Mine is a small life, no encyclopedia entries or feistschrifts, no monuments. Ordinary. I’ve been lucky so far. The major stumbles I made got turned around by mid-life. Kate came along and made the journey forward companionable. There are few friends, but good ones. The things I do, I love. Dig. Plant. Harvest. Write. Preach. Tour. Spend time with the kids and their kids. Read.
Thanksgiving is not a one-day holiday, but, rather, a life way, the ancient trail of gratitude.