December 12th, 2023
by Brandon Edwards
by Brandon Edwards

To wander the old paths, weaving through the old cobblestone streets, nodding at the well-known neighbors, memories flooding of conversations gone by - for such a time, one longs.
May this time of giving thanks bring family to the table, memories to the tip of your tongue, and laughter in your heart.
And when the moments of sadness, of missing someone, knocks on the door, breathe deeply and speak it forth into the night - in doing so, the sadness will take shape and breathe life yet again to those who have gone before us all.
In all, give thanks, walk the well worn paths, and dive deeply into a time of gratitude - for peace is found not in an absence of struggles or sadness, but in leaning into the dichotomy of both the pain and the joy - for their is were true gratitude lives.
May this time of giving thanks bring family to the table, memories to the tip of your tongue, and laughter in your heart.
And when the moments of sadness, of missing someone, knocks on the door, breathe deeply and speak it forth into the night - in doing so, the sadness will take shape and breathe life yet again to those who have gone before us all.
In all, give thanks, walk the well worn paths, and dive deeply into a time of gratitude - for peace is found not in an absence of struggles or sadness, but in leaning into the dichotomy of both the pain and the joy - for their is were true gratitude lives.
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