Obsidian Memo]🍁 Returning to the Table: Notes on Thanksgiving, Distance, and Beauty of Gentle Caring Presence
Hi All,
This year marks my eighth Thanksgiving abroad outside the US. Usually, November means London—grey skies, long walks across the Thames, a dinner with friends, and my own rituals of reflection.
Before the era of London Novembers, my own version of a “Thanksgiving tradition” was shaped across my