Happy Belated Thanksgiving to you all, wherever this finds you. Here is my whole fam damily in the woods last week on Thanksgiving morning. It was beautiful, gray, warm and chilly all at once, and spookily quiet aside from my pups, both human and canine.
After a reflective and lovely day Thursday (astonishing to feel such gratitude and grief in a single year…), I don’t have much to say so will leave you with some words from Mary Oliver whose words about gratitude simply stun.
I wish you all a season of love, health, hope, gratitude, and peace. Xo Jeni
Messenger, by Mary Oliver
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.