As we move into this Thanksgiving season, I’ve been reflecting on something deeper than the holiday itself. Beyond the turkey, the family gatherings, the quiet prayers before a meal… There is a dimension of Thanksgiving we often overlook.

Thanksgiving isn’t a date on the calendar.
It isn’t an event.
It’s a state of being.

Real Thanksgiving is not something you “do.”
It’s something you become.

It’s a way of seeing.
A way of listening.
A way of moving through the world with your heart open.

Real Thanksgiving is what happens when you wake up, place your feet on the ground, and realize:
“This breath is a miracle. This moment is a gift. Nothing is promised… yet here I am.”

It’s the quiet grace in the ordinary.
The unnoticed blessings that hold your life together.
The smile from a stranger.
The warmth of sunlight on your face.
The fact that your heart has been beating all day without you asking it to.

It’s the presence behind the moment.
The intelligence breathing you.
The Love that animates everything.

Real Thanksgiving is not about what’s on the table.
It’s about the presence you bring to the table.

It’s the consciousness with which you look into someone’s eyes.
The sincerity with which you say “thank you.”
The humility of recognizing that every person you meet, every experience you’ve lived, even the challenges… have shaped you.

Even the heartbreaks.
Even the disappointments.
Even the detours.

Sometimes the greatest teachers in our lives come wrapped as our most difficult moments — and at the end of the journey, you look back and realize…
Life was giving to you even when it seemed like it was taking from you.

This is Thanksgiving.
This recognition.
This awakening.

It’s the moment you stop searching for “more” long enough to truly see what’s already here.

This year, as you gather with loved ones — or even if you find yourself alone — I invite you to take a breath… and drop into the deeper rhythm beneath the day.

Let your gratitude be more than words.
Let it be a posture of the soul.
A remembrance that life is a sacred privilege.

Because the truth is:
Every moment is borrowed.
Every breath is grace.
And every second we get to love, to give, to feel, to grow — is nothing short of miraculous.

So today, I’m sending you love.

May your heart be full.
May your presence be deep.
May you taste the sweetness of this moment exactly as it is.

And may this Thanksgiving awaken in you the kind of gratitude that isn’t dependent on circumstances —
but arises from the quiet knowing that life itself is the blessing.

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Happy Thanksgiving,
Kute