A random photo but felt fitting.
2020 has been, and continues to be… a crazy trip.
It feels to me like a hundred different stories came alive this year. Horror, comedy, drama, adventure, mystery, action, thriller. A hybrid of genres that had me constantly on the edge — of anxiety, worry, sorrow, joy, delight, resistance, acceptance. (Wait, since we’re on this topic, if you haven’t seen the movie Parasite — a Korean film that, gasp, won the Oscars this year, please put it on your list of *must-see. Pretty sure it’s on Netflix/Amazon).
Most days I often feel like this — in the middle of a cross-genre storyline and I have to figure out the script or at the very least, the next scene. I’m slowly giving up on trying to figure out endings. 
What a crazy mental, emotional, physical, spiritual exercise all of this has been. I continue to learn… but one thing I know? The amount of books/stories that surround me here is also the same amount of people and love, (if not more), that’s around me every day. It’s mind-blowing and pretty overwhelming. In a good, beautiful, magical kind of way.
All that to say, my heart is full of a lot of stuff… and yet today I want to pull out that big, fuzzy thing we humans like to call gratitude. Thankful just to be here. Thankful to be sharing this journey with fellow earthlings. Thankful to feel all the feelings that make us human. Thankful to feel all the feelings that pull us towards the divine. Thankful for experiences and memories and emotions that grow and sustain us. Thankful for the expansion and contraction of life. Thankful for friends and family. Thankful for you. Thankful for me. I mean, I could keep going but let’s end it there. 
If you’re celebrating, Happy Thanksgiving. If you’re not, Happy Thanksgiving anyway. 
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