Last night, as Jeff and I walked under a rosy sky, that moon lifted it’s full body up over the hills of our little valley and set the sky on fire. This morning, when I took Bonnie out, frost still on every blade of grass, I saw the moon had shed his star-tears and left them in pools of light in our front yard. On this day of gratitude, I hear the earth singing praise. Happy Thanksgiving, Beloveds. May all your days be filled with light. You are God’s gift to me.