In Canada we celebrate Thanksgiving Day on the second Monday in October, thus making this Thanksgiving weekend here in my home country.
A non-Canadian friend once asked me what Thanksgiving means in Canada. I didn’t have an immediate answer. So I did some research. The Canadian holiday celebrates the harvest and other blessings of the past year. It was declared a holiday on January 31, 1957 by the Parliament of Canada, where they proclaimed, “A Day of General Thanksgiving to Almighty God for the bountiful harvest with which Canada has been blessed – to be observed on the 2nd Monday in October.”
So, it seems our sentiment for this holiday is linked quite closely with that of our neighbours to the South.
In the spirit of taking a moment to just be thankful for all the blessings in our lives, I dedicate this post to gratitude.
I am grateful for my family.
I am grateful for my health.
I am grateful for the abundance that this life has offered me. And I’m also grateful for the struggles I’m currently facing. It makes me realize just how fortunate I have been in the past.
I am grateful for my friends. And I’m grateful that the tough times have provided me the clarity to know who the close/deep/forever ones are.
I am grateful to have had the good fortune to travel many places. I am grateful that I learn so much every time I venture out of my backyard.
Whether it’s the eerie display at Stonehenge, the colourful wooden vessels carrying Port wine in Porto, Portugal, the majestic peaks at Zion National Park in Utah, the wonder of a lone poppy growing amid the ancient ruins in Turkey, the azure waters kissing the shore in Sicily, or the architectural wonder of Santa Maria de Montserrat monastery high above Barcelona, Spain, I am richer for having experienced it.
I am grateful to have discovered hiking. And for the fact that it has helped me feel more connected to the universe.
I am especially grateful for the feeling of peace I experience when climbing a mountain and taking in the majesty of nature, a feeling I have never had in any house of worship. The mountains are my ‘church’.
I am grateful for laughter. And tears. Both make me feel alive.
I am grateful for this journey of mine. I started out to lose weight. In the process I found myself.
I am grateful for this blog. What began as an online diary morphed into a hobby and then a passion.
And finally, I am grateful for you, my dear readers. Every visit, every comment, means more than you know. It fills my heart with joy that you would take the time to stop by and read my silly words. Your comments teach me, they make me think, they help me grow.
Wishing you all a joyous Thanksgiving, if you are celebrating it here in Canada. If not, I simply wish you joy.