Thanksgiving didn’t used to be a sad time of year for me, until a couple of years ago. A lot has shifted in these past two years, and I feel more and more disillusioned about living here. Perhaps it’s a sign of growing older, or looking back with nostalgia on my own childhood get togethers.
I am grateful for loving friends and connections, good health, yoga, a past rooted in Scotland…. and America as my adopted home.
Carry on Thanksgiving.