Happy Thanksgiving to all of the readers of Hati and Skoll!
Thanksgiving is a great family holiday in the United States; egalitarian in that it is non-sectarian. Thanksgiving brings to mind people lost yet remembered. So I wanted to share a photograph that I took with my IPhone this past Monday afternoon. It was late Monday afternoon, in fact, and the light was streaming in almost horizontal and illuminating a nearly ninety year old photograph of my mother-in-law, Ginny, as a young girl. She hated when I called her Virginia and would say that “only my mother calls me Virginia.”
She was a very sweet and wonderful woman, and it has been many Thanksgivings, since she was with us. But in the warm glow of late autumn light streaming in through a little blue window an old colorized black and white portrait is brought back to life. The reflection of the little window is an enigma. The plane is not quite certain. The features are not quite sharp. It is kind of a fuzzy memory and the reflection of the window in the glass serves to remind us that the eyes are the windows to our souls.