Happy Thanksgiving, the Cheyenne way.

As i write this the sound of a drum and rattle are pulsating through the house, accompanied by the sound of voices singing in an ancient language.

it is so beautiful and foreign and familiar. the beat of the drum-- the steady rhythm is grounding and resonates somewhere deep within me.

Voices praising God.

i witness the handiwork of God this night- the broken bits of families coming together in hope and forgiveness and love. Truly beautiful.

I am thankful.