I am thankful on this day of thanks giving.
I am thankful for my parents who taught me the compassion and love and social responsibility and activism of my tribe. I am thankful for my grandparents who taught me that social justice is part and parcel of the path of my tribe. They taught me through their words and deeds the power and depth of compassion and empathy for all humanity.
I am thankful for my children, my son who devotes his life to helping others and is an inspiration to me and my daughter who works with such compassion to better the Jewish people on a daily basis. I am thankful for her husband, not only because he makes a special cider just for me, but because of his love for my daughter and grandson and his compassion for them.
I am thankful for my grandson who is the beautiful symbol of hope in this time of great challenges to our planet and to the tribes who inhabit it. I am grateful for my blended grandson who has begun the path of learning and who grows daily, opening himself up to new ideas and ideals. And I am grateful to his brother a loving person and friend, for his laughter and patience.
I am thankful for my wife who blesses me daily with her love and her friendship, her depth and her optimism. I am thankful for my friend who began as wife and developed into sister, for her love and compassion.
I am grateful for my brother whose sense of humor and humanity has bolstered me in good times and bad. I am grateful for his children as they face the challenges of this world with joy and hope and love.
I am grateful for my extended family. My memories of Thanksgiving warm me on this snowy day and I keep them in my heart.
I am thankful for my teachers, those with whom I had personal, loving, learning and those whose teachings I have only read but have touched me just the same. They have all taught me so much that has informed and guided the path of my life day by day.
I am thankful for the 15 years that I spent as a student, friend and Musmach of a great person, his laughter and his love, his teachings through our studies and through being in his presence as he lived his love for all, I carry with me as a Kameyah, a medicine pouch around my heart.
I am grateful for the tribes of this land. I am thankful for all that they have taught me which blends with and informs my Jewish path. I am thankful that I could dance with them and sit at their feet to hear the stories and lessons of the earth as a spiritual mother and the ways to walk this planet with consciousness.
I am thankful for this country, with all its flaws and foibles, for being my home and hearth. I am grateful for my spiritual homeland, Israel from whom I have learned the loyalty and the importance of my tribe and the importance of sacred lands and sacred promises brought from the ancient realm into modern day life.
I am grateful to the memories that flood over and through me at this time. The memories, filled with joy and sadness, laughter and tears, hold me fast and gently rock me in the harsh winds and gentle breezes that engulf my life.
And at the source of all my gratitude is the Source of All Blessing. The Holy One of Being has blessed me more than I can say or write or express in any way. HaShem has given me the opportunity to bring into existence thought and translate it into words that lead to good action. I am thankful for G’s input onto my hard drive. The Name that can’t be named has filled my hard drive with the power and ability to face tragedy and triumph, to love without seeking love in return, to forgive those who have harmed me and to face the pain and to find the joy that is life.
And so, as I sit with family and friends on this day of thanks giving, I offer my thanks through these words. And I pray that tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomorrow I will awaken and live the thanks that fills my heart.