I appreciate the harvest of this year, the lovely sunlight, the pretty late bloomers in the garden, the taste of the newest vegetables, the scent of the apple trees, a pair of sweet brown eyes that are looking at me right now, the chuckles of my friends in the background working on the potluck brunch, this breath, this earth that brings us together, my free flowing creativity, the words that come to me like music, the feeling of music in my cells since dawn, this Monday that is a holiday, and the plain observation that reward comes after effort and that love too grows in a similar way as plants do: not from shocks and confrontation, not by force, not through fancy wishing, but from love and caring, the occasional weeding out of competing interests, enough letting be, and being there for it.
Some things are so eternal: the look of love is the water, the sound of laughter is the sun for the love to be. (If we play with the idea that we are a lot like of plants, which is quite close to reality and fun to imagine.) Splash your loved ones with both water and sun, the look of love and the sound of laughter. The more the better; the more happiness will grow from it. Happy Thanksgiving.
10 October 2016
My comment in 2020:
This is how gratitude feels to me. Wow. I will allow more gratitude to flow into my weekend now.