THANKFUL

THANKFUL: Especially on this day, count everything you are grateful for. Its a great way to live everyday. Here’s a start: Hot water, a dry towel, a place to take shelter, clean clothes, hot coffee…
…music, my fun sock collection, my hats, my parents living so close by, the internet…

…pocket notes, good weather, new found joys, three healthy kids, the old truck, beer, Susan…

…my brother living down the street, good peeps that share the love, old songs, new friends, staying on touch with family and friends thru the wonder of social media, a fresh perspective, tasty snacks like corn chips, rolling over for another hour’s sleep on a holiday weekend, and so, much, more…like this post shared by a friend:

“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.” Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING indeed, y’all.

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Kindness

 this poem from “brain pickings”– it took my friend’s breath away- enjoy!
KINDNESS by Naomi Shihab Nye 

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,

feel the future dissolve in a moment

like salt in a weakened broth.

What you held in your hand,

what you counted and carefully saved,

all this must go so you know

how desolate the landscape can be

between the regions of kindness.

How you ride and ride

thinking the bus will never stop,

the passengers eating maize and chicken

will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,

you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho

lies dead by the side of the road.

You must see how this could be you,

how he too was someone

who journeyed through the night with plans

and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,

you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.

You must wake up with sorrow.

You must speak to it till your voice

catches the thread of all sorrows

and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,

only kindness that ties your shoes

and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,

only kindness that raises its head

from the crowd of the world to say

It is I you have been looking for,

and then goes with you everywhere

like a shadow or a friend.