Of death and gratitude, Thanksgiving ramblings

fall_2008-11_no-leaves-on-treeThanksgiving is a time of year when many are doing gratitude journals or practices and reflect on their many blessings. I love it! I love the introspection, the calmness, the desire for a bit more peace in our lives.

There are many things I am grateful for this year. Continuing to still make it in this sometimes odd blend of business and spirituality with your support is on the top of the list. Ability to learn with an amazing herbal teacher and bring that knowledge to my world has been huge. The kids are a delight, most of the time, and everyone is healthy, most of the time, and well. We have a roof over our heads, and yummy food on the table. Life is abundant and supportive. Many things to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.

On the other hand, we have new neighbors who have to rebuild a house they bought due to fire. And they are clear-cutting the magnificent old trees that were on their property. We are all closely smooshed together, so it feels like it’s happening right in our backyard. And I can’t help but feel a sense of loss and despair. Will they really cut all the trees? Did they have to cut so many already? Did they have to move the location of the house? Do humans always have to destroy to accommodate our needs? For the last three mornings we’ve been waking up to a sound of machinery chewing down on trees and an altered landscape. Death feels very palpable at the moment.

Of course, fall is the season for death, for slowing down, for turning inwards. Come spring, and everything will perk up again, with new hope and new life. But for now, for now we grieve. We grieve and give thanks for things we have, knowing that all can be gone in an instant. Cherish the moment.