Knowing that I wasn’t well, people sent me Happy Thanksgiving messages. “I am thankful for you and your friendship,” wrote a friend who works at hospice, “I am grateful to have you in my circle.” To which I replied, “And I thank you for keeping our friendship alive — and for all you do and give.”
While I grew up in Hildesheim, we lived near the boundary of city and country. Church service on Thanksgiving included a trot through the countryside, with the priest blessing the fields and us kids needing to pee. So much to be thankful for — even though harvest amounted to little more than onions and potatoes during post-war food rationing.
“If the only prayer you said was thank you, that would be enough,” wrote Meister Eckhart (1260-1328, German theologian and mystic).
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