We are in Portland for the Thanksgiving weekend. While here, I am reminded of how certain traditions will serve to ground me in who I am. These traditions can ease the aches and dark places that have been difficult in any year and I am thankful for them all. Both the silly and serious traditions, they work in my heart and make me glad.
...may there be mercy and joy in the continuity.
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