Thank you for writing this! Allow me to respond by simply sharing one of my favorite poems by Tagore and a link to one of my pieces:
WHEN I BRING to you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colours on clouds, on water, and why flowers are painted in tints-when I give coloured toys to you, my child.
When I sing to make you dance I truly know why there is music in leaves, and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth-when I sing to make you dance.
When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands I know why there is honey in the cup of the flower and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice-when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.
When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling, I surely understand what the pleasure is that streams from the sky in morning light, and what delight that is which the summer breeze brings to my body-when I kiss you to make you smile.
Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali 62
People who don’t give are often blind to the beauty that surrounds us. Unfortunately. I believe that gratitude and generosity are connected.
And now the link I promised: