Thanksgiving usually means a lot of traveling to be with family - whom I don't see very often as much by my own choice as anything else. For the last couple of years it has meant a long drive north on the Thursday and a return trip on Saturday, back to the friends who are my family of choice.
My aunt died this morning.
I loved her.
We've canceled Thanksgiving.
Instead there will be a shorter drive, a Sunday funeral, and a different sort of family gathering.
I think of the people who are dear to me. I think of my Master, with whom I will have minimal e-mail contact over the next few days, if any. I am very grateful for all those who know me and love me for who I am. And for the one who has seen into me deeper than has any other, and has taken who and what I already was and freed me to fly and to yield, I am grateful most of all.