Thanksgiving Eve

Even before I spoke frequently of “mindfulness” in that particular way, there was this song by Bob Franke, planting seeds with its beauty.

It’s so easy to dream of the days gone by
Its a hard thing to think of the times to come
But the grace to accept every moment as a gift
Is a gift that is given to some

What can you do with your days but work and hope
Let your dreams bind your work to your play
What can you do with each moment of your life
But love till you’ve loved it away
Love till you’ve loved it away


via Bob Franke, Singer and Songwriter. “Thanksgiving Eve” lyrics

November’s austerities, its “bare ruined choirs” lead to reflection. How precious are love, this life, and yes, even this moment. We gather, celebrate and give thanks, but without the same spectacle of December’s celebrations. Let this time bind your work to your play. May such space allow us to experience gratitude for what is truly valuable.


About Richard Hudak

I am Senior Adjunct Faculty in Sociology at the University of Massachusetts Lowell, and I have been a practitioner of Anusara™ yoga. I have completed 200 hours of teacher training within its diaspora community, consistent with its philosophy and alignment principles.
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One Response to Thanksgiving Eve

  1. Richard Hudak says:

    Reblogged this on The Considered Kula and commented:

    This is worth a reblog. Happy Thanksgiving all!

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