Thanksgiving. A Day rife with the possibility of flailing in the choppy surface waters of all that happens in a day. If not for the decision to practice every day, it might not have happened. Yet, between setting the table and assembling casseroles, my darling Emily and I cleared a little space, went upstairs, sat down together, chanting and diving deeper into those more still waters.
Ahhhhh.
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