Spending a week-ish with my sister and her family in Random, Kentucky was, well, random.
We practiced gratitude - for the funky cabin the in woods, the broken oven on Thanksgiving day and the replacement oven located in another cabin, the one-on-one yoga instruction from my yogini sister, the skill of brother-in-law to cook a turkey on the grill, my honey's heart-stopping sweet potato pie and a brilliant scrabble game loss at the hands of my nephew-rock-star Logan. We were even grateful for midnight awakenings of wasps and mice!
Like I said, it was random. It was all good, although not really restful. Being in a different space, with surprising surroundings and amazing geological formations like arches and natural bridges to illuminate our hikes, we practiced gratitude. And now the refrain from the e.e. cummings poem rings in my ear:
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
For what are you full of thanks in this moment?
...give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. 1 Thess 5:18