The view from my cup…things for which I am thankful. The hallway of our home has an assortment of family photos. My son, Paul’s children and grandchildren, and Paul and I. He laughingly calls it our ‘rouges gallery.’ I tend to think of it as treasures in frames. They are my daily reminder of what is the very most important in this life.
Every November we are reminded through media, retail stores and the obligatory turkeys, cranberries, and pumpkin flavored everything appearing in abundance that Thanksgiving is again upon us. Many people use social media to publically declare what spurs their showing of gratitude. I prefer to be thankful year ‘round. Anyone that knows me, knows my deep love of friends and family.
There is no wrong way to be thankful, other than the total absence of gratitude. There are as many ways to show thankfulness as there are reasons to be thankful. I believe thankfulness is an action. Saying is nice, doing is nicer.
Buddha said, “Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, 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.” Indeed.
As I pass the photos in the hall every day, my heart swells with love and thankfulness. Family isn’t in our midst daily, other than in photographs. But the ones we love are in our hearts continually. For that, I am thankful.