Christmas Thanksgiving

“Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.” ~Buddha

A day of travel. I learned a little, got sick, but just a wee sniffle, and clearly did not die; but being on the road, saw many sights that brought sweet gratitude. Tonight I’ll rise and be thankful for:

Red-tailed Hawks perched with wings spread to dry the dew;

Snowy hilltops mingling with fog and azure sky;

Sheep sprinkled like salt on new green pastures;

Pistil-butt cedars on steep riverbanks;

Fallen rocks beside the road;

Winter alders bleach bright and appearing like ghosts between the conifers;

How those alders are cloaked in moss, except for their ghostly crowns;

Pastures with elk, their coats turned chestnut in the low winter sunlight;

Dark dells with black cattle;

Herons frozen over flooded farmland;

The wake of a merganser on a mirror of a river;

Canyons marked by glistening seeps on mossy rock walls;

Frosted grass in the late afternoon shadows;

Low tide;

Windswept firs in silhouette against the sea;

Sunsets over calm water;

and hot tea.

And tomorrow, I’ll arise and with a little fortune, and tea, be fueled to find more gratitude.

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