“Let us be thankful for the comforts in life: plumbing, heat, and plenty to eat.” Ruby Richey, age 97
During this season of gratitude and giving I feel a call to count my blessings. For me the list is long… An enchanted love, my “short list”, my good health and the good health of my loved ones, purposeful work, a warm and cozy roof over my head, a continuous swirl of ideas to fill my head, lessons learned, situations that call forth coping and allow me to see beyond the circumference of circumstance.
I read recently that the days of declining autumn create an inner season in which we could live “in spiritual altitudes more nearly approaching ecstasy” than any other time of the year. Let us rejoice in the season’s exultant accord. Let us go where love takes us every day. Let us have grateful hearts. Let us learn and unlearn together.
Come, grateful sisters and brothers. Offer thanks with me for the bounty of goodness. Raise a song of harvest and home, a glass of good cheer for our kindred with hearts over flowing with joy. We have much for which to be thankful, much for which to smile, much to share. So much, in fact, that as we journey on we can embrace the season of relinquishment, of simplicity, of stillness. All we have is all we need.
Rise to the occasion with style, with a knowing smile. Make it look effortless and it will become so.
Take care of your precious self, cradle the warm animal of your soul gently with kindness and compassion, if for no other reason than because you are precious to me.
Blessings for a grateful season.
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