[Terry: Please note that it is not MY year of sweat but Nancy’s year of etc. I am not sure I’ve broken a sweat all year and that’s what I’d be giving thanks for if I was in Canada.]
In Canada we celebrate Thanksgiving Day on the second Monday in October, thus making this the Thanksgiving weekend here in my home country. Trying to coordinate the turkey dinner ritual across two families (mine and his) and then factoring in the extended family obligations of the spouses of our siblings can sometimes be challenging.
This year, to accommodate various obligations, we will be celebrating with Mr. Enthusiasm’s family tonight, and then with my family tomorrow. And while neither of those celebration dinners are fall on the actual holiday, I’m grateful that this schedule allows me to have all day Sunday and all day Monday to get my house in order before heading out to my home in Vegas on Tuesday.
We will be flying, not getting our brains fried in the topless Red Rocket. And for this I’m also grateful.
A non-Canadian friend once asked me what Thanksgiving means in Canada. I didn’t have an immediate answer. So I did some research. The Canadian holiday celebrates the harvest and other blessings of the past year. It was declared a holiday on January 31, 1957 by the Parliament of Canada, where they proclaimed, “A Day of General Thanksgiving to Almighty God for the bountiful harvest with which Canada has been blessed – to be observed on the 2nd Monday in October.”
So, it seems our sentiment for this holiday is linked quite closely with that of our neighbours to the South.
In the spirit of taking a moment to just be thankful for all the blessings in our lives, I dedicate this post (my 100th!) to gratitude.
I am grateful for my family.
I am grateful for my health.
I am grateful for the abundance that this life has offered me. And I’m also grateful for the struggles I’m currently facing. It makes me realize just how fortunate I have been in the past.
I am grateful for my friends. And I’m grateful that the tough times have provided me the clarity to know who the close/deep/forever ones are.
I am grateful to have had the good fortune to travel many places. I am grateful that I learn so much every time I venture out of my backyard.
Whether it’s the eerie display at Stonehenge in England, the colourful wooden vessels carrying Port wine in Porto, Portugal, the majestic peaks at Zion National Park in Utah, the wonder of a lone poppy growing amid the ancient ruins in Turkey, the azure waters kissing the shore in Sicily, Italy or the architectural wonder of Santa Maria de Montserrat monastery high above Barcelona, Spain, I am richer for having experienced it.
Real Techniques to Weather the Storm
- Where have I been (favorredcarma.wordpress.com)
- Thanksgiving 2013: A Good-Hearted Holiday (onthehomefrontandbeyond.wordpress.com)
- Transforming loss into gratitude this Thanksgiving (brattykathy.com)