On this Thanksgiving Day, I have much to be thankful for. In spite of much neglect and abuse, I am in good health. I have a loving wife, four grown children and eight grandchildren, all of whom are also in good health. I live in a country where, despite its many flaws, public discourse is encouraged and differing opinions are accepted. There is no gunfire in the streets, no rumbling of military vehicles, no sounds of exploding bombs. While people in other places face hunger and fear, I will spend the day with part of my family, watch the Thanksgiving Day parade on TV, enjoy an obscene meal, and watch my favorite professional football team play.
At age 66, nearing 67, I continue to grow and develop as an artist, learning new skills, regaining old ones, and accepting that, while I may never reach my youthful dream of becoming rich and famous, I still have the ability to create beauty in the quiet pursuit of my art. Through what I still consider the “magic” of the internet, I have made the acquaintance of artists throughout the world, and enjoy a mutual sharing of a passion most people never find. Much to my surprise, I am learning that what I do can sometimes encourage and inspire others. What can be better than that?
My life is peaceful and good. And for that I am truly thankful.