A Thanksgiving Grace for Mine & Yours
Lately, I’ve been thinking about ancestors - mine, yours, ours. And all the infinite possibilities that had to come together for all of us to share this meal, share this table, share this moment.
The loved ones who were here. Their struggles, their happiness, and their journeys brought us together.
Right here, right now.
The more I try to understand who I am and where I came from, the more I realize I will never truly know the generations before me. Their stories have been lost forever like a supernova exploding in a brilliant burst of light, only to be swept back into space to form new stars.
Each one of us sitting here is made from those elements.
And for that, I am thankful.