Thanksgiving

and rest taking

Hey Autotelic friends.

I wasn’t planning to take yesterday off from the list, but I ended up doing that. In the spirit of this gathered group, I let my body guide me. Exhaustion set in at about 6:30p.m. last evening.

John Henry was home for four nights, which made me feel like my nest wasn’t empty and that felt good. He is, however, fourteen, and is experiencing everything that comes with that plight. If I never truly adopted the one day at a time philosophy before, rest assured I have now. Surrender is a big theme in my life.

I did a little cooking, but not too much. Thanksgiving always feels like a day to open my doors to anyone who needs a place to land, a biscuit, a bowl of soup, and/or ham to take home for a sandwich the next day.

my friend Keith told me I look like a Thanksgiving witch cooking up things in my cauldron. Maybe so, maybe so.

December is here now, and I welcome it with open arms. Another cycle has run its course and it’s on to a bright 2025. However, I intend to spend the last month of 2024 quietly — taking stock of what went down, doing my best to increase my self-awareness, taking accountability for my part in unsuccessful endeavors, and giving myself credit for taking the better path when I could. I’m not chasing anything but my own joy and elevation, the health and strength of my family, and a closer relationship with my higher power.

Louis, fireside sweetness, Sam, Grinch kisses, Sam in my hair, Sam on t.v. watch, Dylan in a Santa hat (go listen to “Must be Santa,” the five-year-old moleskin jacket I have never regretted purchasing, the boys. Willie has been hiding in his bed because it’s cold. Winnie doesn’t live with me anymore.

Happy holiday season to everyone. Talk to y’all soon.

Peace. Love.

Allison

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