The Gift Is Time

To be thankful (here in America we do - for whatever dubious cultural background, presently celebrate Thanksgiving. Or, many do. It's present in the streets, in the movements of our neighbours, in the ads that play watching a movie through YouTube).

isn't hard at all.

I am thankful for many things. And even though I skip the turkey and the mashed potatoes and even the gravy (I have no need. I had those treats in several settings, for which I'm truly thankful. These treats were associated with people - sweet, lovely human beings. I'm thankful for the memories we created. "A sample of different kinds of Thanksgivings," said my love. So it was).

I am thankful for the most precious gift of life -

time. 

        Time to be.

Turtle time. From journal.

Thankfulness

Thankfulness

is a funny thing.

Cannot be forced, like too cold icecream

you swallow too fast

                      to make someone else happy.

It can feel tricky to muster,

In the middle of the muck, the almost impossible, 

difficult to even lift your foot over,

 challenges.

Though sometimes,

it just flows,

                     breathes,

                                  (because you can breathe)

pulsates in waves, in the slow moving pulse 

of living that can never, ever be captured by any camera, or recorder, or even the craftiest of artists.

It's just felt. It can never be static.

It moves when life moves in the right rythm.

I'm thankful.

Yemaya by the offering tree, Louis Armstrong's park, New Orleans.