I asked Ellie what she was thankful for yesterday. "Mom and Dad and books." Later she added music and some names of friends and family. That's the beginning of great list when you're two. Ours at thirty two is lengthier, but its essence the same. We're thankful for you all, far and near, and blessings great and small. Sending love, gratitude and hopes for peace. Happy Thanksgiving!
from Messenger, by Mary Oliver
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird--equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy . . .
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