Words
from Pep — Thanksgiving
April, and abnormally
hot for this time of year. A flash and the ground shook. Thunder reverberated
from across the river signaling the sky meant business. I stepped out from
under the porch roof lifting my open mouth to gray sky as it collapsed. A riot
of coolness fell onto my tongue bringing my senses alive. Convection, the mother
of this storm, had raised a cloud equal to Everest. Millions of tons of
moisture descended, the accumulation of drops beyond number. No two the same.
Each condensed around a micro center of dust. Trillions of liquid galaxies. The
alleluias of lilies, the worship of bending grass, the "ahh" of young
leaves and sparkling eyes of feathered friends joined the crashing din of
praise. Three Golden Eye, on their migration north, slid to a landing on the
dimpled surface of the river and stretched their necks heavenward. With wild
flapping wings they applauded the faithfulness of Creator. . . . . Thankfulness
is a peculiar state of being. It rises and falls in inverse proportion to lack
or abundance, pain and pleasure. I have wondered often about the reason, the point
of life on this plane of existence, its amazing joys and seemingly profound
excess of sadness. It is easy to turn one’s face to the sky in thankfulness
when cool blessings descend and certainly too much to be expected when
darkness, bewilderment and despair surround. Yet, through decades of musing, I
have learned that a cultivation of gratitude can become the underpinning of
life, an artesian well from which hope flows. . . . . I stood there in the
downpour, a joyous fool lost in that moment of life, filled with a holy
carelessness, happy in celebration with all my relations.
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