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More Gratitude

November 23, 2015

This Thanksgiving week, I am feeling the gratitude fully.  On a previous post,  I suggested you start a gratitude list.  Today, I’m giving you the gift of some quotes and poems on gratitude from some of my favorite sources.  Sit and enjoy, savor them slowly, and let the words really reach you inside.

 

From the most marvelous poet ever, Rumi:

 

Gratitude is the wine for the soul. Go on. Get drunk.”



“Today, let us swim wildly, joyously in gratitude.”



“Thankfulness brings you to the place where the Beloved lives.”

 

From another most marvelous poet ever, the beloved Mary Oliver:

Gratitude

What did you notice?

The dew snail;

the low-flying sparrow;

the bat, on the wind, in the dark;

big-chested geese, in the V of sleekest performance;

the soft toad, patient in the hot sand;

the sweet-hungry ants;

the uproar of mice in the empty house;

the tin music of the cricket’s body;

the blouse of the goldenrod.

What did you hear?

The thrush greeting the morning;

the little bluebirds in their hot box;

the salty talk of the wren,

then the deep cup of the hour of silence.

What did you admire?

The oaks, letting down their dark and hairy fruit;

the carrot, rising in its elongated waist;

the onion, sheet after sheet, curved inward to the

pale green wand;

at the end of summer the brassy dust, the almost liquid

beauty of the flowers;

then the ferns, scrawned black by the frost.

What astonished you?

The swallows making their dip and turn over the water.

What would you like to see again?

My dog: her energy and exuberance, her willingness,

her language beyond all nimbleness of tongue, her

recklessness, her loyalty, her sweetness, her

sturdy legs, her curled black lip, her snap.

What was most tender?

Queen Anne’s lace, with its parsnip root;

the everlasting in its bonnets of wool;

the kinks and turns of the tupelo’s body;

the tall, blank banks of sand;

the clam, clamped down.

What was most wonderful?

The sea, and its wide shoulders;

the sea and its triangles;

the sea lying back on its long athlete’s spine.

What did you think was happening?

The green breast of the hummingbird;

the eye of the pond;

the wet face of the lily;

the bright, puckered knee of the broken oak;

the red tulip of the fox’s mouth;

the up-swing, the down-pour, the frayed sleeve

of the first snow—

so the gods shake us from our sleep.

-- Copyright Mary Oliver

 

From Elizabeth Gilbert:

In the end, though, maybe we must all give up trying to pay back the people in this world who sustain our lives. In the end, maybe it's wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices.”

 

From Zig Ziglar:

“Among the things you can give and still keep are your word, a smile, and a grateful heart.”

 

“The more you recognize and express gratitude for the things you have, the more things you will have to express gratitude for.”

 

From Oprah:

“Be thankful for what you have; you'll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don't have, you will never, ever have enough.”

 

From Hafiz:

“I caught the happiness virus last night

When I was out singing beneath the stars.”



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