This is worth a reblog. Happy Thanksgiving all!
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…
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