I must admit that I entered this day with some dread. But I am ending it in gratitude.
An old friend called from a beach on Lanai where he’s an ER doc. He’s been working for the past nine days straight but had just gotten out of the water after snorkeling. “Knock wood,” he said, “things are pretty quiet.”
This morning, my phone was awake before I was, receiving a couple of texts from the East Coast. This afternoon, I got together, thanks to Zoom, with two women I’ve been friends with, though not consistently in touch with, for 35 years. In between, I reached out, making calls and sending texts. I talked to my first boss in television and my 100-year-old friend who escaped from Nazi Germany when she was in her teens. My oldest friend wrote yesterday’s post and another friend told me I could add dried cherries to the loaf of banana bread I plan to make when I finish writing.
You are reading this, whoever and wherever you are, so I am, virtually at least, able to leave my bubble of one.
I was going to say that the banana bread is my Thanksgiving treat but the real treat is the profound gratitude I am feeling for my friends, old and new, some of whom I’ve never met in person, and the awareness of how connected we are. I am so grateful for whatever angel whispered in my ear and told me to start this blog, way back in March.
I am thankful for all of you who read it and for those of you who share your thoughts and hearts.
Thank you for reading, thank you for commenting, thank you for writing. I am grateful every day for the community we continue to create together.