In Celebration of Shared Silence

As with most things American, the Thanksgiving season can feel like more of a crush than a holiday. Commerce and media in recent years have launched a cacophony of thankfulness- a screaming 30 day trial of who can at once demonstrate both the deservedness and bounty of one’s gratitude. There is, it seems, an urgency to even this.
So this year, I chose to hold my gratitude in silence, and of silence. This year, I placed my gratitude in long quiet mornings, hands held in still rooms, slow dances to only the rain’s percussion, and long-held looks of love and longing. There is great happiness to be measured in the open spaces of our lives, if only we would listen.