Thanking the high eaves.
Although, i usually attribute the posture of being thankful to a more godliness or religious-forward stance, i think we can all afford to share a day of bringing positive energy back to the earth — that’s filled our lives with abundance. As it is our home, we need to do things for earthly measures – and a conscious posterity that clamours for seizing our days, as we climb our sense of being one people.
Today, we are saying thanks to things that even if we weren’t born in Immigrant America, we can still spend a good 2–3 minutes, to say what we are thankful for (and we, means me):
“That we are alive.”
That we have shelter, apartments, teepees, camping tents, houses, mansions.
That we are surrounded by really good people, and really good company, even at work — and meet, work, and continue to collaborate with like-minded people.
That we are kind, and by some small miracle, we live in a time where these kindnesses (however tiny or unseen), actually get back to us when it mattered most.
That we have friends from all walks of life, and at this point, we can ring anyone up — or message them on signal — and actually get replied back to, because we cared.
That we can prompt ourselves to pivot on both work, design, life, daily increments of budget, time, space. And not be truly brought down by the reality of lack. Or what is the “differential ideal”.
That it is sometime down to social.
That i can shift to a plant-based diet, and feel better about myself.
That i have been on Greenpeace fight since college (that’s a while). Or at least, in spirit — rainbow warriors are not i — and on paper.
That i have Dua Lipa, and Harry Styles in my playlist, on heavy rota. Without anyone judging me (or rolling their eyes at me).
That we continue with our lives, after all the destruction, and madness, and attempts at reconciles with our past — because we can choose our futures.
That i know how to swim well enough to do laps, and become a scuba diver.
That i can calculate buoyancy. And ‘Down’ time.
That i can call an uber with a phone, and not with my pursed lips.
That i have skin that tans, and not burn, in the noon sun. So i can swim all day in summer — and let my skin peel in the classroom when we go back to school.
That we can take up our crosses, and it doesn’t dampen anyone else’s life.
That we don’t have to be a burden.
That somehow, after all the moving places, apartments, and mobile-un-readiness, we are still coping with the severe transpose (if we were a mere note on a g-clef scale).
That we collaborate with like-minded people. (Oh i said that already).
That we have hearts that see.
That we connect with people easily, and thanks to Zuckerberg, actually keep up with (not with the joneses), but the people you can choose to matter.
That in this world of fictional monsters, the witches and vampires no longer haunt our dreams — and mostly, because we have a stronger grip on reality, and understand that perspectives are important, not shying away from what’s scary in life.
That in the end, all of these get back to us — so if we choose the good things, we should and can bank on it getting back to us (probably in less amounts than projected, because there’s no such a thing as a frictionless ether).
That our moms and dads are at peace.
That we can say thank you.
And somehow in more than one language. In a blog post. Or a tweet. (So, top that, Christmas.)
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