Grateful

I have a distant memory of having to create a Thanksgiving service, perhaps it was last year, and feeling as if I wasn't sure that I had anything that I felt actively grateful for. Of course, it was an extremely privileged point of view because just the fact that there is no one shooting at me or dropping bombs on my house is cause for gratitude.

We forget, most of the time, that we are among the privileged.

Even as we face devastating news, we are among the lucky.

Even as we try to juggle home, school, work and more work, we have choice. We are not starving; we are not being physically accosted in the moment -- in the moment. In the moment, we are relatively safe, even if we are not happy.

But, this year, I am feeling happy. And grateful. I am feeling amazingly blessed that I have the opportunity to explore that which I want to give to the world. I feel blessed that there are things that I uniquely can see and do and feel that are uniquely mine to see, do and feel.

It might almost be silly. But as I see my limitations and live the realities of my life, I see possibilities that are mine to take, mine to utilize, mine to explore as I make my way being uniquely me.

Uniquely me, who doesn't quite fit with the ways of the world. Uniquely me, who has never quite fit in with the ways of the world. Uniquely me, who seeks to take the ways of the world and infuse them with transformational love.

In this moment, I am grateful for all those who cherish my unique being in the world.

Thank you.