All over the world, people are blogging and posting about Thanksgiving, and I’m no exception. There are some times when I’m crystal clear on how fortunate I am to be living in this town, state, and country. I am free to worship. I vote without fear. My family and I are generally safe from hurricanes, tornadoes, and poisonous snakes. Our infrastructure and community are strong. And of course, we love and are loved in such magnitude that we are given and give back an incredible safety net. So you can imagine how I feel about Thanksgiving. It’s not that everything is rosy–there are disappointing political decisions, illnesses and deaths, the challenges of raising teenagers, and occurrences such as surprise water damage. That’s life. But thankfulness moves beyond life, I think. It encompasses from the big picture to the small detail, from the beauty of the moon to the feeling of a child’s small hand in yours. And thankfulness is unifying; it is a concept most people can relate to and celebrate. I often scarf about our country. It often embarrasses me and drives me crazy. I think wishfully of moving elsewhere, and even ponder real estate in Cornwall or Tuscany. The truth is, when Thanksgiving comes around, I’m so very grateful to be right where I am, doing what I love, with the people I care for. Even if it’s snowing.