"It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they're better left unsung.
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.
Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.
There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone."
-The Grateful Dead
I woke up this morning thinking about the descent of the holiday season. I have 2 races planned over this Thanksgiving weekend. One, my local neighborhood 8K Turkey Trot, and another, a road trip to a 15K trail run in PA. I am psyched for both. I have never been a fan of Thanksgiving, for many reasons. Yet, there is still something about this time of year which helps me center and reflect on my life.
Today, it began with going over to my other blog and reading my writing here about last year's Turkey Trot. It remains one of my most favorite blog posts. In reflecting back over this year, I realized my gratitude list is enormous. I struggled to sum it up into one idea, but I finally got it. Today, it is the people in my life for which I am most grateful: The people who love me, laugh with me, cry with me, ride with me, sweat with me...the people who hold my hand, who challenge me, whose footsteps fall in rhythm with mine during a run...the people whose writings inspire me and who have found something of value in mine...the people who hold the mirror...the people who stand by my side when I am stuck in the hallways of my life, one door closed behind me and the new one yet to open...the people who are standing behind that new door, I do not even know they exist, yet they open it with a huge smile and say, "welcome in"...the people, especially my children, who make me pause, every day, and think, "I am the luckiest girl on earth."
Late last night, I was encouraged to get out of the cozy comfort of my bed and step out on my balcony to look at the moon. Its light was reflecting off of my neighborhood, the masts of the sailboats across the street and the bare branches at the tops of the trees. As I looked up, I was reminded that, no matter where our feet are planted on this earth, or what phase it is in, we all look up at the same moon...connected.
Oh yeah, and don't forget to kick butt in all of your Turkey Trots. Happy, Happy.