For living in this land
|Field on the edge of Mirror, AB|
For being able to travel to this land
|From the train - Glasgow to Edinburgh|
For creatures great and small
|Hebredian (L) and Cheviot (R) sheep|
|Don't forget the donkeys!|
For friends, far and near
|Artist Gillian Cooper & I|
Hill House, Helensburgh, Scotland
|Travelling buddy, Mary, and I|
visiting Hill House
For new experiences
|Tartan weaving - Locharron Mills, Scotland|
For family history
|Where my G-G-G-Grandfather's farm once stood|
And family now
|My son and his Uncle L share a laugh.|
|Me and my sis!|
And for all of you, Gentle Readers...
Happy Thanksgiving from Canada.
I wish you a blessed day, and as I link this up to Nina Marie's "Off the Wall Friday", I'll leave you with this poem from British poet, Malcolm Guite, who wrote it in 2010 following a visit to Canada...
Thanksgiving starts with thanks for mere survival,
Just to have made it through another year
With everyone still breathing. But we share
So much beyond the outer roads we travel;
Our interweavings on a deeper level,
The modes of life embodied souls can share,
The unguessed blessings of our being here,
The warp and weft that no one can unravel.
So I give thanks for our deep coinherence
Inwoven in the web of God’s own grace,
Pulling us through the grave and gate of death.
I thank him for the truth behind appearance,
I thank him for his light in every face,
I thank him for you all, with every breath.
*To listen to Mr. Guite read this aloud, click HERE. Note that, as do many Brits, he refers to us "American"...meaning North American.
Happy Thanksgiving, Margaret. I am thankful to have you as a friend!
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