So I posted this as a normal Facebook thing but I thought it needed expansion and repetition. As I re-read my original Facebook post, I thought of things I wish I had said. So I will try to say them now.

First, I have to say how remarkable it was that almost all the people that reacted to my original post were women. Not to say there were no men, but not many. And I felt, as I sometimes do, that the world is very in need of the sensibilities of women. In need of that special kind of strength mixed with tears and compassion. Women, often, are very pragmatic problem solvers. Something we seem to be in dire need of. But I digress.

While most of you hopefully are gathered round a table of those you love, giving thanks, be grateful that you are not a child in Yemen, be grateful that you are not homeless due to a fire in California, be grateful that you are not a young man of color in an American prison, be grateful that you are not one of the millions of American children living in poverty and hunger, be grateful that you are not mourning your dead from a shooting in a house of worship or a bomb in Israel. You can be grateful you are not a refugee seeking asylum from terrible violence and having to choose what is safer for your child- the road you are on or the horrors you left. You can be grateful you are not a transgender teenager in a conservative town. Be grateful you are not a high school student afraid to go to the school where your classmates died. And be grateful you are not a parent mourning a child killed in a school shooting.

Every day there is more tragedy, more horror, more sorrow. The world never seemed so sad. It is hard to watch the news. And it is hard to feel helpless. I can only make donations to so many causes. I recycle, I teach, I try to set an example, I make donations when I can, I write, I march, I vote. It does not feel like enough. But it will have to be.

Know that however little you may have it’s probably more then many. Say a prayer of gratitude for what you have and say a prayer for those who don’t. Give thanks.

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Author: Trienah Meyers

I am a musician, writer, poet, mother, teacher. I am learning to live life differently at this new stage of life. Travel, food, music, books, friends, religion. Everything is interesting. Everything old is new again. I am also available to ghost write blog posts for you, newsletters, speeches. Proofreading/copy editing/editing also available. Or if you just want to take me travelling...

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