These thankful days invert the shadows so that our forms imprint a growing lightness into the dark.
Beneath the frenetic calls of money, those shouting dollar bills, is a quietness that whispers of love as our truth. For when we invite the stillness in, when we savour moments as if each was the greatest of spontaneous photographs, there is a sense of thankfulness. It is this sense that makes my soul robust, strong enough to greet storms and sunny days just the same.
There is a certain sense of warmth, a fullness of soul and breath that is thankfulness.
When my eyes greet the day, bathed in free-given sunshine and the colours come full bright, there is a serenity that is thankfulness.
Tuning up the colours of your soul, tuning in the warmth of your voice, feeling the melody of your everyday rhythms, brings the most exquisite sense of thankfulness that renders me whole.
If I am thankful for each bird to grace the sky, then my gratitude for you is so much more. That thankfulness, that emotion that stirs, is best told in music or dance, for there are not the words invented to translate it upon a page.