I've got nothing to complain about. Yesterday was gorgeous: sparkling sunshine, a gentle breeze (just enough to keep the air from stagnating) and temps in the 50s and 60s. The bugs are gone, the leaves are still floating down ... it was beautiful.
My day was quiet as I knew it would be. I completely caught up with my laundry, something that rarely happens since I have to wash so many sets of massage sheets all the time. I took a very long walk, enjoyed the shriveled landscape. I love winter - it's so peaceful. There's no buzzing, chirping, or mournful insect sound, no wailing. Only a few crows telling it like it is every now and then. In early winter, the wilting plant world is orange, gold and browns - and crunchy. That's the best part. Later in winter, everything is gray, but early winter is richly colorful.
After my walk I roasted a chicken (such a tiny sacrifice for the feast day, but right sized considering it was just me for dinner), had a salad, chicken, and a small slice of cranberry apple crisp. I am one with the apple desserts this year. After dinner I watched From Russia with Love. I have to admit, Sean Connery was an awesome James Bond. But I'm digging Pierce Brosnan as my fav these days.
Was the day special enough? I believe in rituals of appreciation for the harvest that are also meant to plant the seed of prosperity and abundance to take us through the winter, I do. But I have never really had a great Thanksgiving. It's interesting to think about.
Thanksgiving is always just a little weird for me, no matter how I spend the day. Oh well. It's over now. Onwards and upwards to solstice.
Happy full spectrum Friday. Shalom.