This has been a year of great growth, learning and joy for me.
I started this blog and that has brought a lot of fun into my world (that means you!), I got married, celebrated my both of my siblings’ weddings, and traveled to India to practice the yoga that I totally dig, among many other exciting things!
And now we’ve moved to Colorado! Thaddeus and I are on the brink of a grand adventure, starting out our life together in a new home in a new town with new careers. Big stuff.
I am blessed with prosperity, fantastic friends and community and very good health; for all this I am exceedingly thankful.
Right now I am up in Montana with Thad’s dear parents. They have been so kind and welcoming to me since the first day we met. As a family they share such sweetness and love – it’s a wonderful thing to witness.
There is so much in my life for which to be grateful. ♥
In particular, one blessing this year offered me was the chance to heal and deepen my relationships with both of my own parents.
My family, like most, is complicated. My relationship with my father has been strained and confusing ever since I was a little girl.
These past two years living on the East Coast provided me many opportunities to work through some of my karma with him. There was a bad period there when we weren’t speaking at all and I’m not sure either of us believed we would make it through that.
But with lots of patience, personal work and forgiveness, we came out the other side relatively whole, arriving at a place of acceptance of each other.
In fact, three weeks before my wedding, I asked him if he would escort me down the aisle. This was something I never-ever thought would happen. As a sassy feminist teenager I had firmly made up my mind that I would not uphold that tradition (which I believed reeked of patriarchy and symbolized the transfer of property and I certainly didn’t want to be are part of such a thing)!
But, it turns out, what it ended up symbolizing for me was an olive branch – an offering of peace to my father. A symbol that no matter the depth of our past hurt and anger, we could choose to move beyond that and enjoy a simple but potent experience of bonding between a father and a daughter.
My parents have each taught me so much about how to live in the world with appreciation for our many blessings, with grounded intelligence for maneuvering the tricky turns of life and how to stay engaged in community with an always charitable spirit. These are among the many gifts my incredible parents offered me and my siblings.
So, in honor of my beautiful, compassionate, wise and graceful mother
and my generous, kind, strong and very goofy father
I offer you my love and gratitude.
Blessings on your holiday.
Thank you for reading my blog and sharing your experiences with me.
May we make time for gratitude on each and every day.