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Thursday, November 29, 2018

Just say Thanks


“In the end, though, maybe we must all give up trying to pay back the people in this world who sustain our lives. In the end, maybe it's wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, pray, love: one woman's search for everything
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In the end
It seems
Or in the beginning

It is really a matter of gratitude

When we become narrow, tight
Hugging things to ourselves

It is not because we don’t have enough
As much as it is that we don’t see how much we have

We don’t see the gifts
We just
Don’t
See
Them

They are right there!
The sky, the mountains
The clouds
The frost on the grass

Sunrise, sunset

The doe who eats my bushes
The calves playing in the pasture
The deer in the woods
The eagle on the wing

Gifts

A child’s laughter
A friend’s hug
A thank you from a client

Gifts

So many gifts received
So many gifts to be given

If we were to surrender to generosity
Human and divine

We would be full to overflowing
With all good gifts,
We would be driven to thanksgiving

And driven also to our own kind of generosity
For gratitude is the fuel of generosity
And it is those with glad and grateful hearts
Who give
Gladly and joyfully

We seem to have two choices,

to focus on what we do not have,
to obsess about what we might lose,
And sit around in fear,
Fearful hoarders,

Or to focus on what we have received,
find gratitude
And become Cheerful givers

The choice is up to us
What is it going to be?

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