Thanksgiving is celebrated mid October in Canada, a time when the autumn colours are out in full and temperatures fluctuate between mild and decidedly crisp. It's around this time my spouse and I head out for our last canoe of the season. It's a quiet time on the lakes, and a perfect time to paddle in silence and contemplate all that we are thankful for in our lives.
Top of mind for me is the great gift of just being alive and all the miracles of form and life of which I am part. Nothing we see, hear, touch or have, nor anything that we are, is outside of the natural world. Everything we observe and experience is intricately connected.
The sound of the water lapping against the rock face, the soft rustle of autumn leaves in the breeze along the shore, the call of the blue jay overhead, the sound of my own breath rising and falling is all of one life - always in motion in an interplay of energy, always seeking diversity and balance in a miraculous mystery of reciprocity. I am so grateful.
“We are showered every day with gifts, but they are not meant for us to keep. Their life is in their movement, the inhale and exhale of our shared breath. Our work and our joy is to pass along the gift and to trust what we put out into the universe will always come back.” Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass