all year-long i set pen to paper to list the things, people and circumstances i’m thankful for. typically i’m uncontainable: an erupting geyser of gratitude; oodles of exclamatory grammar gymnastics and language syntax conveying my whistling teapot of happy.
it’s ironic to me that on this day of thanks, the christmas of gratitude, i’m honestly finding myself at a loss, and very sad.
sure there’s my treasure chest of people whom, already having heard from me this morning, those who lift me up in ways i can’t replicate with words or photographs or music. those spirits who pull my closed off, silk-threaded, slimy-crusted heart, out from under the deep roots of swampy mangroves, and fling it out over the ocean, forcing me to find my own butterfly wings in order to fly amongst my fellow flock.
i have a legion of warriors by my side and in my heart; spurring me on to find my deepest, most full throttle laugh, and the most golden embers of warmth humans can feel from one another. i am the luckiest girl in the world. and with all that love, i therefore feel guilty for my sadness i feel today.
but there is one person who makes my world complete, and he is not by my side, like he has been every year on this day.
my dad, my rock, my first love, is not with us this year.
he is in jail taking responsiblity for his life’s actions with dignity and grace. and although i’m extremely proud of him for his elegance in dealing with the ramifications, every day my heart is sick for his absence.
today i am thankful for the support i’ve received from friends and family. i am breathless for a husband with superhero powers who i fall more and more in love each hour i’m near him. i’m thankful for a mother who’s unyielding strength inspires me to keep trekking on and her unfaltering faith helps me soften my own heart on those who continue to include me in their crosshairs.
and as always i am thankful for you. those who are out there reading my nonsense, my streams of non-consciousness. it’s such a lonely place this world. it stinks sometimes. but most of the time it’s a bouquet of lilies, tied with a lilac satin bow. thank you for giving me a place to
vomit share my feelings. i don’t mean to burden you. most of the time i know i sound like a whack-a-doo, i know i do. but, i don’t know, after i write a little here….it’s like i feel just a little less whack.
love to you,
Katie, my love, you are a brave soul. You are handling your pain with grace and class. Thinking of you!!!!
thank you my sweet cassie. you are the supreme being of class. so i look to you for inspiration. always.
Happy thanks giving all the way from Singapore! Keep writing as im an avid reader of yours and yes stay strong!
such a treat…from singapore. i was just chatting with a friend how much i want to get to the beautiful country of singapore.
so lovely of you to reach out and let me know you are there. aah. it brings tears to my eyes.
love to you friend.
I for one look forward to your writing and I find myself giddy with joy and excitement when I see you have posted yet another brilliant page on to your inspiring blog….
It simply warms my heart and makes me love you even more (if at all possible!)
Hope your day is as fabulous as you are and PLEASE hurry back to us as the sun is missing here in New Port.
i love you more and more and more and more.
i even have hunkiest on the niloofar crush party…everyone who meets you can't help it.
can't wait to see you. i hope you had a wonderful holiday.
[crying!} You are so special! One of a kind!!! LOVE YOU!
love you more.
and so mean it when i use you as inspiration on how i want to live my life: with grace, gusto and ferocity; with raquel-'ness.
So much love for you sweetest KO! Xoxo