My Heartsongs Podcast 193 Thanksgiving Rolls Around Again

Even in darkness and sadness, it is possible to allow, even just this much, the blessings that are always falling down to penetrate my isolating turning inward walls. The sun on my face, the taste of blueberries, the soft curves of a dog or cat warming itself by the woodstove, the enchantment of falling snow, the wizardry of shooting stars.