Weekly Thanksgivings.

No better time to give thanks than Thanksgiving, right? I often wish we celebrated the American holiday here too – I certainly wouldn’t refuse a day dedicated to cosy family gatherings, gratitude and sweet potato pie in the midst of gloomy November. Instead, I’ll celebrate Thanksgiving in spirit. Happy day of thanks, one and all!

I’m thankful this week for brisk bike rides through the dark. I’m thankful for the joy bestowed in volunteering with a group of inspiring young women. I am thankful for the possibility of hot chocolate, which I rarely end up purchasing – and yet the simple knowledge that I pass too many coffee shops to count on my way home is enough to sustain me on cold winter walks to the tube. If I wanted hot chocolate, I could have it – and when I do, it’s sublime and creamy and all this cold-handed glove-forgetting girl could wish for.

This week I’m thankful for memories of a lovely weekend with my sister, for my new mauve-grey bedroom walls, for evening yoga, for real French camembert, for new friends, for comfy ankle boots and cosy jumpers, for cups of tea, hot and strong, and the porridge steaming that warms my stomach and sleepy bones every morning.

I’m thankful this week for giggly girlfriends, for lipbalm a deep crimson, for silly text messages and chestnut trees, and for the last of the yellow leaves brightening the late autumn sky. And everyday, every week, I’m grateful for my health and wellbeing and dearest loves (friends and family) – that I have no great sorrow, that no shells scream through the air above London and that I am simply extraordinarily lucky in my ordinary life and I really should remember so.

The world has seemed weary, of late, and the newspapers scrawled with stories too heartbreaking to mention – and yet everywhere there are small miracles unfolding: men carrying pushchairs up steep flights of stairs on the underground, charity workers jangling money buckets in the darkness, my friend who every evening guides a blind man across the road, the bus driver who waits for the girl (me) racing towards the stop in the rain. Noticing them, these small marvels, is half the battle, I think. What are you thankful for?

P.S. Thankful for silly pictures and being able to do a handstand (albeit against a brick wall) too!

  • Annie

    Can we talk about how incredibly adorbs you are…?. Also luv luv luv your shoesies. Are they Saltwater ones?? You write very elegantly. More more more please :_) xx

  • Flora Emay

    Uhhhhh. Sighing. Lu you really write so beautifully and it’s really clear to me how sincere and grateful and good of a person you are. You’re absolutely right and you hit a chord with me – "no shell screams through the air" – absolutely spot on. I’m so grateful for an ordinary life too. The other day I was driving through the countryside with my best friend, in a car that I can afford to run on my own, and I realised how lucky I am to live in a part of the world where it’s normal for me to work, earn, travel, explore – completely ‘unattended’ or unrestricted. We take these things for granted and it really puts things in to perspective. I wish we had our own version of Thanksgiving here – but actually that kind of sentiment is the kind of thing my family discusses over Christmas dinner… But yes. I think a New Years Resolution for 2015 will be being grateful for my ordinary. Great post.

    Flora
    x

    http://www.floraemay.blogspot.com

    • Completely completely agree – you put it so well, too! It’s so true…I definitely take it for granted that I can travel and work and live a perfectly normal life. Especially when the papers report so much strife in other parts of the world. Great resolution – me too, I think. Thank you for your kind words, lots of love to you F! xxx