Some things are worth repeating and so is the case with this post. It is Thanksgiving Monday and I am thankful. One year after this original post and I am grateful for the gifts of this journey. I wish you all strength, love and courage to speak.
I have been negligent in posting over the past couple of weeks. There are a number of major changes going on in my life at the moment. Changes that are good but at times the process brings some painful things back up to the surface. I needed to take care of myself and so have been doing just that. Self care is something I neglected for most of my life and now that I understand its importance and my entitlement to it, I strive to continue the practice. By tending to my needs and loving myself, I then give so much more to my loved ones and the world around me.
Today is Thanksgiving Day in Canada and I am doing just that. There is so much gratitude in my heart and each day I give thanks for so much. Most are things that most anyone can relate too…. Sunshine warming my face, the sweet songs of birds, the feeling of a hug from a friend, a kind deed from a stranger, the gift of life. There is however something that not everyone will understand and that is that I am thankful for what happened to me. Not that I wish to give thanks for being abused but rather I give thanks for what it has revealed to me through my journey of healing. I am thankful for the gift of self knowledge. I am thankful for the many strong and amazing souls I have met and cried with. I am thankful for the love that I have discovered in myself. I am thankful for the poetry in my soul. I am thankful for the beauty that lives in survivors. I am thankful for my ability to heal.
There is a song of thanksgiving in my soul and its words and melody are bursting forth. I am thankful.