As I walked down the avenue, the late afternoon sun was turning the lovely and dying sycamore leaves into fragments of brilliant stained glass,
and I said to myself, “This alone is worth the price of admission to our broken and glorious world.”
What a perfect time for Thanksgiving! We have been thrown into a sea of doubt.
Give us this moment to realign. the gift of this Thanksgiving is time set apart to see what is good in our lives, what is good in our neighborhoods, what is good in our world. This we can do- turning to loved ones, turning to family, turning to neighbors and beyond we can offer time to give thanks. Blessings this day and always
Quote: Linda Larrson
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Blessings, dear Carrie. Love, Susan
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and with you, Susan.