On this Sunday of Thanksgiving Week, I'm thankful for:
- The innocence and peace of a little child. Sometimes, well many times really, I think the cosmic forces at work brought a baby into my life at the age of 40 because they thought I needed the balance she would provide. On one hand, life now at 45 with teenagers and kids entering their adulthood is mostly one serious event followed by another. Everything in their lives is seemingly dire and massively consequential. Every moment is seemingly life and death. Seemingly, every occurrence is the only occurrence that matters. Their lives are the only lives that seemingly exist. Such isn't the case with a four-year-old. She lives life because life is there to be lived. She sees life for the potential it holds. A toy is a toy with endless possibilities. A trip to the grocery store is an adventure. A game made up on the spot is the greatest gift ever conceived. She loves unconditionally. She doesn't hold grudges. She's not pretentious or conniving. She's not elusive. She's not delusional. She's not confused and perpetually in search of gratification. She's just content, and I both admire and cherish that. She brings great balance. She's the constant reminder that there is pure good in the world, as is every child. That why they should be valued so greatly as the gifts they are. We need what they offer. Life changes us all. Makes us all into beings that often stray far from the child. For the balance and constant reminders and unconditional love that this little girl I was gifted with brings, I'm endlessly thankful.
- Constraint.
- Logic.
- Daydreaming.
- Persistence.
- Tender mercies.
- The voice that is Ricki Lee Jones.
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