Music and Words Rise Up

When I begin my longish list of what I am most grateful for in my longish life, music rises up to the top. It is the antidote; the lament; the grace note needed when the world spins out of control.

Next are words, not lyrical, necessarily, but any written word that comes from some mysterious realm where actual words are never spoken. You know the place where the unsayable speaks to your heart in words only you hear? Once, I heard, This pain is not physical, as I stepped into a hot tub to soak some aching bones. Ah! A message dropped down from some passing angel .

When my (second) favorite poet, David Whyte put thoughtful words together with simple and almost silent music, the message was richer than either one or the other alone might have to offer. It is my thank you to my faithful readers: https://open.substack.com/pub/davidwhyte/p/gratitude-a-new-video?utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=email

When I count my blessings, once again, this Thanksgiving Day, I note with grace, small groups that have become like family: Notably, the (original) River Writers: Ann, Cheryl, Mike, and Roger. My Pilgrim Sisters, too many to name, but especially my co-leaders, Betsy and Julie. My hospitable hosts and special friends (you know who you are) "across the pond" in Norwich: Josiah, Father RIchard, Sarah, and the Friends of Julian. Closer to home, the Sisters of St. Joseph holding open the door into that sacred realm with hearts full of loving kindness. Thank you, Sister Jane! The Florida Chamber Music Project, one and all! And, without a doubt, the professional nurses and doctors of Baptist Health for your good care.

My own family, each and everyone, deserves to be mentioned before the world by name: Phillip, Sarah, Tara, Diane, Anna, Laura, David, Charlie, Cierra, Charlotte,Cherylann, Laura, Walt, Henry and my favorite poet, Lance!

Sharing blessings is what Thanksgiving means. You are welcome to share your own in the comments section at the bottom of the page. Thank you!