Thanksgiving

Today you can be both

You can laugh with your offensive aunt

The Brussels sprouts can be burnt and perfectly seasoned

I can keep the good pieces from a long winded discussion about race and theology and leave the rest

Today is microcosm of our whole lives

There are high, highs and low, lows, peaks and valleys, anticipation and waiting, almost but not yet

Year after year I leave changed, stretched both in my stomach and my worldview

There is space for good and bad and in the in between we can lean into the discomfort which propels us to grow