In the comments section, Janell mentioned a scene from "Our Town" (Thornton Wilder), which I will print below. In the play, Emily has died and making her goodbyes.
Emily (in deciding to return to the grave:) “Good-bye, good-bye, world. Good-bye Grover’s Corners…Mama, Papa. Good-bye to clocks ticking…and Mama’s sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new-ironed dresses and hot baths…and sleeping and waking up. Oh earth, you’re too wonderful for anybody to realize you.”
(Then, to the stage manager) “Do human beings ever realize life while they live it — every, every minute?”
Stage Manager: “No.” (pause) “The saints and poets maybe. They do some.”
As I continue giving thanks this month, I am so grateful for all that is life and beauty in this world. Even our most challenging days, our most troubled times have some joy and beauty if we look hard enough to find it. But really -- is it that hard?
The kind word that someone give you when you're down or the band-aid provided when you fall and skin your knee. (Thank you, Rick.) Oh, and learn four days later that you also broke your arm that day. Bad week. But grateful for the band-aid!
Being held and told it'll be OK, or we'll get through it, even when that seems almost impossible.
The long walk, when it's not too hot, not too cold; crisp, lovely and just right.
The sound of the rain -- which even on the upteenth-million day in a row of gloom and wet -- still sounds so relaxing and so healing.The last of the flowers -- for you know they'll be here again next spring. Grateful for something to look forward to.
Music. Especially when it's played just for you.You get it. And isn't it wonderful, really? I suspect -- even on the worst days -- you're a little bit grateful for those things, too.
(I have a new book commentary over on Chopsticks and String -- stop by if you're a mystery fan! And all three articles on creativity and style are there too. The most recent has some good links to some creative bloggers!)