Its that time again – Here we have come full circle once again to another Thanksgiving.
This has been an insanely busy year for me. As much as I love all of the people and thing in my life it is not very often that I get much time to reflect upon that which I am thankful for.
I do often think in spare moments that I am thankful for my Home, my family, my husband, and my boys. But these moments are fleeting and overwhelmed by the hectic flow of my life. Today I would truly like to take some time to pause and reflect upon the people and things which I am thankful for. I am working om creating a list on pinterest for some of these things.
This word cloud was created using a compilation of writings on what the south means to a group of random southern raised people.
I thought that it was an interesting reflection of the southern cultural identity. The Identity of Southern America is not so much a concrete thing but as shifting collection of ideas, collective experiences, and a shared past.
I have been creating silhouettes of our family lately.
I love being a mother and wife.
I love my kids and I love my life!
Baby Luca was born 4/19/213. I guess you could consider this my birth announcement. In these modern times we announce everything electronically through social media. I even announced my pregnancy to most of my friends and family via Facebook.
The postal service is dead, and thank you cards are a thing of the past. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Do we need to return to a simpler time ? Do we long for a simpler time?
I am more full of questions that answers. This is another sign of our times.
There are those reflective moments in life, when I take a step back to survey my life. It is in these quiet moments when I feel a true joy. I know in these moments, surrounded by those who I hold dear, that I am truly blessed.
I am so thankful to have food. There have been times when I have not had a table with food or food in my pantry. I believe to be thankful for this most basic essential one must go without first.
I am thankful for my loving family. There have been moments in my life where I was truly alone.
These were the darkest times. The love provided by friends and family feeds ones spirit in dark hours.
I am thankful to be alive. I am thankful to be able to experience these blessings and feel the warmth of spirit known as gratitude.
It’s hard to explain what “The South” means to me. To me this term resonates with a meaning deeper than “Home”. “The South” to me speaks of history and place. It is where my the spirit of my family resides.
Many times as a child and even now I have tried to understand myself in these terms. Looking back at the path of my forefathers I retrace the steps to my awakening.
We know the past through stories. The truth of these stories can be hidden. I have searched for truth in my, in my family’s, stories. I have found some truth but much remains hidden. There is pain in this past and in these stories, but there is also triumph, humor, and love.