It’s the day after Thanksgiving here in the US. I’m grateful for the everyday miracles of family, friends, light, and beauty. Cliche, I know, but still so very true. As the leaves continue to fall here, I give thanks for blossoms of the years past…

…and I leave you with this blessing, “Grace after Meals,” from the late great poet, John O’Donohue.

We end this meal with grace.
For the joy and nourishment of food,
the slowed time away from the world
to come into presence with each other
and sense the subtle lives behind our faces,
the different colors of our voices,
the edges of hungers we keep private,
the circle of love that unites us.

We pray the wise spirit who keeps us
To change the structures that make others hunger
And that after such grace we might now go forth
and impart dignity wherever we partake.

– From To Bless the Space Between Us:  A Book of Blessings

Eyes wide open, Chinwe