Thursday, November 23, 2017
Thankful
Where I live, this time of year is marked by newly bare branches and wisps of snow. I went out to the store last night, and walking into a warm bakery or grocery meant slipping into a cozy hive of people preparing happily for what is to come.
And I am thankful. More than usual, but less than I should be.
Yesterday, after a real scare in September, my dad pulled through his hip replacement without a hitch. He now has a new hip made of titanium, with polymer linings. It will be a good thing for his body and his mind (and my mom's sanity, I suspect). It's a good thing for us all; the world needs him here with us.
And there is so much more to be thankful for, too. I am thankful for you all, for one thing. There are times that my week gets overwhelming and when I get to Friday I am struggling. But then I look on the blog and see some haiku, stories of love and life; that gets me through.
Enjoy this day. I know that I will, with a full heart.
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From today's Writer's Almanac--Keillor knows Minnesota
Minnesota Thanksgiving
By John Berryman
For that free Grace bringing us past great risks
& thro' great griefs surviving to this feast
sober & still, with the children unborn and born,
among brave friends, Lord, we stand again in debt
and find ourselves in the glad position: Gratitude.
We praise our ancestors who delivered us here
within warm walls all safe, aware of music,
likely toward ample & attractive meat
with whatever accompaniment
Kate in her kind ingenuity has seen fit to devise,
and we hope—across the most strange year to come—
continually to do them and You not sufficient honour
but such as we become able to devise
out of decent or joyful conscience & thanksgiving.
Yippee!
Bless then, as Thou wilt, this wilderness board.
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From today's Writer's Almanac--Keillor knows Minnesota
Minnesota Thanksgiving
By John Berryman
For that free Grace bringing us past great risks
& thro' great griefs surviving to this feast
sober & still, with the children unborn and born,
among brave friends, Lord, we stand again in debt
and find ourselves in the glad position: Gratitude.
We praise our ancestors who delivered us here
within warm walls all safe, aware of music,
likely toward ample & attractive meat
with whatever accompaniment
Kate in her kind ingenuity has seen fit to devise,
and we hope—across the most strange year to come—
continually to do them and You not sufficient honour
but such as we become able to devise
out of decent or joyful conscience & thanksgiving.
Yippee!
Bless then, as Thou wilt, this wilderness board.
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