Tomorrow is thanksgiving. Who and what are you thankful for?
Celebrate the small blessings, especially when the big blessings seem scarce.
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In todayâs episode
âFeeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.â - William Arthur Ward
If youâre running low on gratitude right now, Iâve got enough for both of us.
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Todayâs Affirmation â¨
I am grateful to have things and people to be grateful for. đ§đżââď¸
Blessings
by Jay Parini, poet and novelist
Blessings for these things: the dandelion greens I picked in summer and would douse with vinegar and oil at grandmaâs little house in Pennsylvania, near the river. Or the small potatoes she would spade to boil and butter, which I ate like fruit with greasy fingers. Blessings for my friend, thirteen that summer when we prayed by diving from a cliff on Sunday mornings in the church of mud and pebbles, foam and moss. I will not forget the fizz and tingle, sunning in wet skin on flat, cool rocks, so drenched in summer. And for you, my love, blessings for the times we lay so naked in a bed without the sense of turbulence or tides. I could just believe the softness of our skin, those sheets like clouds, how when the sunlight turned to roses, neither of us dared to move or breathe. Blessings on these things and more: the rivers and the houses full of light, the bitter weeds that taste like sun, dirt-sweetened spuds, the hard bright pebbles, spongy mosses, lifting of our bodies into whiffs of cloud, all sleep-warm pillows in the break of dawn.
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In case you missed it, read last week's post: Today, I decide, I am brave.