In lieu of reflecting about Thanksgiving or composing a list of things I have to be thankful for (no one would have time to read that list), I thought I’d sit back and listen to this song on repeat today. It encapsulates gratitude on an epic scale.
N.D. Wilson also beckons us to open our eyes to life and all its teeming wonders (which seems to be the creative approach to gratitude). This quote from his book Notes From The Tilt-A-Whirl rocks my socks:
“What is the world? What is it for? It is an art. It is the best of all possible art, a finite picture of the infinite. Assess it like prose, like poetry, like architecture, sculpture, painting, dance, delta blues, opera, tragedy, comedy, romance, epic. Assess it like you would a Faberge egg, like a gunfight, like a musical, like a snowflake, like a death, a birth, a triumph, a love story, a tornado, a smile, a heartbreak, a sweater, a hunger pain, a desire, a fulfillment, a desert, a waterfall, a song, a race, a frog, a play, a song, a marriage, a consummation, a thirst quenched. Assess it like that. And when you’re done, find an ant and have him assess the cathedrals of Europe.”