“A weed is no more than a flower in disguise,
which is seen through at once if love gives a man eyes.” ~ James Russell Lowell
What if you gave someone a gift, and they neglected to thank you for it – would you be likely to give them another? Life is the same way. In order to attract more of the blessings that life has to offer, you must truly appreciate what you already have. ~ Ralph Marston
I am in the United States and I am already late. Today is Thanksgiving Day, a day set aside to show gratitude for all the blessings that we often overlook. Of course, gratitude is ideally served every day, and I try to do so. The day holds fond memories of past holidays with family and friends, some of whom have already passed, gathering to cook, eat, laugh, drink and be merry. Those events evoke feelings of love, happiness and togetherness, which is what I strive for today. For that reason, it is a very special day for me. Nevertheless, before I begin the frenetic tasks to prepare for the onslaught of family, I need to take a moment for a pithy, but, hopefully you’ll agree, meaningful post to you.
Without preamble, thank you. I am more grateful for you than I can put into words. I realize that you are a gift to me. You are a blogger’s manna from heaven. Based on Technorati’s world-wide blog post counter, which counts every blog post written, there are almost 2 million posts written today. (By the time that you read this post, the number will be much higher.) You’ve read that figure correctly. Now, that is a damn lot of posts. With that said, your choice of blogs to read is endless, and I deeply appreciate your presence here.
Whether you live in a place that celebrates the day or not, please know that I do not take you for granted. I appreciate you and I am thankful that you take moments out of your busy lives to share bits and pieces of mine. It is very humbling. So, wherever you are, and whatever you are doing, I send you a sincere and warm thanksgiving, and I thank you for being.
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom. ~ James Wright