I am thankful that life matters—that we have the freedom, in this country, to acknowledge our own lives in any way we choose.
I am thankful that real freedom comes from elevating others, and–as my 8 year old son said just last week– putting yourself in another’s shoes.
I am thankful that we don’t have to agree with one another to defend one another’s right to believe in what could be.
for the right to stand up, or sit down, or kneel
for the warriors who sacrifice on soil and on the sideline
that it is the responsibility of all to create a place where we are compelled to stand for one another.
to sometimes sit and yield our own needs to the disenfranchised
to kneel and ask ourselves, “What can I do to change the world?”
that building up is better than tearing down.
I am thankful for the continued freedom to invent, and reinvent. Myself.
for the brisk morning air, the sun that comes up each morning like a promise
the spring rain that brings life
for the faith that, with all the bad that comes in the world, the hope that good will prevail
for children laughing, and playing
that I weep uncontrollably for those we have lost to death
but can, with joy, pass the good that I have learned to my children
that I feel sadness from not being heard
and joy at hearing others
that I am compelled when I hear the cries of others
and joy at their satisfaction
that I am afraid of what is to come
but I embrace my fear with anticipation
because it is better