Two hours left of Thanksgiving Day, my first one in forty trips around the sun that I’ve spent without family. The first one in 13 without my children. Far from feeling broken and lost, I feel strong. Strong in mind, body, and spirit.
Strong mind. I’ve learned so much this year. Some comes straight from homeschooling my sons: Latin declensions, geometry theorems, cellular respiration equations, Punic War details, and so much more. Other learning is more self-directed. I’ve stretched it with Scrabble games and busied it with Buddhism readings. I’m thankful for the time and ability to think, read, and write. My mind is stronger, and for this I give thanks.
Strong body. Post-push-up pain aside, I’ve gained considerable physical strength thanks to martial arts training. I’m far more coordinated than any previous point in my life, with better balance to boot. Excellent instruction from my instructor in Tang Soo Do, my own hard work, and encouragement from friends at the dojang all contributed. My body is stronger, and for this I give thanks.
Strong spirit. Emotional strain and pain forced me to look inward more intently than ever. I sought and summoned inner resources previously unrecognized, and I found a connection to the universe that brings me a sense of wholeness. I continue on a spiritual journey, but I’ve made many steps this year. Personal struggles, support from family and friends, and dedication to truth seeking paved many stones on this path. My spirit is stronger, and for this I give thanks.
To all of you who have supported me during this time, thanks for sharing your strengths so mine may grow.
Namaste. (which, for this writing, means may the strength in me recognize the strength in you, and when we recognize the strength in each other, we are one)