In the US we have a holiday we call Thanksgiving. I remember this time many years ago. I was in 3rd grade, cutting out shapes and glueing them together to create Pilgrim hats, buckles for shoes and little doily collars. We cut out orange, yellow and brown turkey feathers and believed a story we were told about Pilgrims and Native Americans coming together to celebrate friendship and the fruits of the land. I now understand this, and so many other stories we were told as children, to be fabricated tales of convenience. And although I was not there to witness the thousands of scenes as they played out across these vast lands of the Americas, I feel the stories of both joy and sorrow that the land remembers. Thank you to father sun for shining your light energy for all living life to use freely and abundantly. May we understand and honor your wisdom. Thank you to the air we breathe, for the very breath of life is vital in each moment and connects us to our bodies and hearts as we take you in. May you always blow wild, clear and fresh. Thank you mother earth for anchoring and sustaining all life in beautifully orchestrated dance. Thank you for your ability to alchemize and balance emotions and harmonize energies. May you thrive in the abundance you have created and continue to have patience with all who pillage your gifts on their path to remembering their undeniable connection to you. Happy Day of Gratitude to all. 🙏🌍💧🔥💨 If you enjoyed this blog post please comment and let others know what you thought. Also sign up for my newsletter or join my private Facebook Page Spirited Sisterhood - Celebrating the Divine Feminine: https://www.facebook.com/groups/spiritedsisterhood
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