Thanksgiving, indeed...

When the rain moves into Southern California... the world quiets down. It feels different - slower, meditative, allowing us to bathe in the soft sounds of raindrops. Water as salvation. An opportunity for renewal. When it is over, there will be a covering of celadon and emerald, jade and artichoke...  Shooting sprouts of new grass bursting from seed, and succulents flush with plump leaves.

The sky outside is gray, with the rain pattering on the roof, but I love sitting here at my desk awash in the warm glow from my lamp, a cup of hot tea, and Snowy curled up on the pillow behind my chair. I am taking the time to feel gratitude and see the grace in simple things.

The last few months have been personally challenging. A journey of faith, often shaky, that my period of unemployment will end and the job that I have been waiting for will...present itself. My search for the right job has been a full-time job, and the energy I've expended has been emotionally exhausting, humbling, exhilarating, and now...rewarding.

Last week I accepted a job offer. One that excites me and that will be a wonderful fit for myself and my family. I am grateful going into the holidays knowing that I will have work that offers me both worth and challenge - working for an organization that makes a difference in the world. It feels especially good to be valued, and I am grateful for the days left that I can devote to my home and family, while preparing for work outside my home again.

So, I shall sit here for a few more moments...listening to the patter of the rain overhead, and then I will take on the overwhelming piles... that I've neglected at home. Thanksgiving, indeed...

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