Thanksgiving is over. But my life and well-being have been enhanced by the experience. I am so grateful for and blessed with family and friends. We may not all sing from the same sheet of music but our connections and intentions are authentic and often heartfelt.

I was able, for the first time in years, to entertain my family in my home. There was so much preparation involved. I mean, I don’t have a very large apartment: a two bedroom, one bath, and not much kitchen space. And I wanted to make this holiday experience an enjoyable one for everyone. So there were purchases made – a loveseat for seating, a larger dining table for eating, pillows, foam toppers and mattresses for comfortable sleeping. But the purchasing didn’t end there, I needed flatware, a toaster, dishes, a roaster, a larger frying pan, baking dishes, decorative items like pillows and throws. I had to purchase all of this on a small budget and I hadn’t bought any food for the Thanksgiving feast yet. Oh, did I mention I had to take my car in for repairs? All in the span of two weeks.

I started thinking about how I should be stressed about all of this . . . maybe I was, and was not aware, I was certainly experiencing a sense of wellness. I was eating and sleeping well, meditating, exercising and occasionally just sitting in peace.

And then the activity began, a trip to the airport to pick up arriving parents. Entertaining, cooking, eating. On Thanksgiving Day, breakfast, turkey in the oven, a trip to the emergency room of a hospital 13 minutes away. A drive back home to finish the Thanksgiving meal and greet the rest of my family. And then back to the hospital to pick up my parents.

Everyone talked about how much they enjoyed the experience, the food and the gathering. I remember it from a different state of being . . . as an observer moving between segments of experiences. For instance, observing how beautiful my grand niece and nephew are, how accomplished and efficient my niece is, how skillful my sister is in conversation and entertaining, and how supportive my parents are. And even though much of that day is a blur to me now, as I sit in my comfortable chair contemplating the silence, I am reminded of my blessings and my determination to find a peaceful balance in all that I do and live.

I also realize that in that blur of being, was my peaceful state of being, engaged but not judging, observing but not analyzing, experiencing and accepting each moment for what it was and what I could do with it to make everyone’s experience enjoyable. Every one said they “enjoyed” themselves. Mission accomplished.

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