Beauty is an argument in itself. Peaceful evening walks lead dynasties of crowning steps. Performing darkness tells the sun to keep it down, but I love how it always gets one more word in, biting across the river. Thinking to myself: blessed be the joggers because they are headed towards their greater selves. How lucky to breathe in early March when it begins to seem that winter might come to the table seeking terms. A budding truce, could it be? To find a place where people congregate without distress reminds that some promises really have been kept.
The weight of gratitude that comes from a full consideration of our blessings is far too much to live with on a daily basis. When it lands on us, we are given the stillness necessary to experience genuine moments of reflective peace. But life is also to be lived, and this requires us to be graceful as well as grateful! Like a lizard’s tail, we must be willing to let these joyful, heavy reflections fall away in their turn so that we are better able to get on with the tasks of life and the day. But for now, I am weighed down as I sing praise to peaceful evenings that see gratitude regenerate!
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