Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson: The Best Things in Life
The best things in life are nearest: breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet…
The best things in life are nearest: breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet…
In the coming year, may you live
with an ever deepening sense of abundance and ease.
May you see clearly and welcome with open arms
the wealth of love and support that surrounds you.
It is a fortunate child who shares these poems with an adult that cares– firelight, fuzzy blankets, cookies, and hot chocolate, are optional additions for added ambiance…
The extraordinary thing that is about to happen is matched only by the extraordinary moment just before it happens.
…flashing white petticoat flounces
flirting with the stalwart ebony rock face…
To walk where there is no path,
To breathe where there is no air,
To see where there is no light-
This is Faith.
This Thanksgiving, I am furthering my goal of appreciating the abundance of random good.
Here are live links to past Thanksgiving features on this blog as well as those to Christian Science Thanksgiving services.
The night is for stillness. Let us be still in the presence of God.
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Oft to every man and nation
Comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of Truth with falsehood,
For the good or evil side.
If this is our season then doom is our fate;
Our politics are treason and we are its freight.
How insulting to the other beings–to foraging black bears and twisted old cypresses–that no longer sense us talking to them, but only about them, as though they were not present in our world.
“Grace notes” will occasionally capture my jottings of incidental gratitude for sacramental moments in the shards of daily life.
Such static power chomps at the bit restless to fly free but meanwhile, moored on a glassy calm…