Giving Thanks

On Thanksgiving morning, I walked out to the cliffs looking over the Pacific.  The wind was whipping the waves into a roaring frenzy.  It was cold.  The clouds were full and active.  The water reflected all the colors of sky.  The tide was very high, running up the sides of the cliffs.  It was a beautiful day.  

I am so thankful to be here.  

I never once had a thought or dream of living in Southern California, although I do remember once about 30 years ago thinking it would be nice to live by a beach.  Nevertheless, somehow, through a wild dance of circumstances well beyond my control, although I played my part, I wound up here, and every day, I am grateful.  

I talked to my father in Zachary, Louisiana, and he said the tides were hide on the Gulf coast too.  The oceans and skies connect us.  

Thank you to everyone I have ever known for the richness of this life.