thanksgiving for unknown gifts
thanksgiving for unknown gifts

thanksgiving for unknown gifts

For Unknown Gifts

I am always in awe of Winter’s first crocus

Thank you for what we might one day

be lucky enough to see, hear, smell, taste and touch

for the first time.

~Modern thanksgiving from Warsaw, Poland

Some days I know my farm like the back of my hand.  I can close my eyes and imagine each plant and animal tucked into its own special cubby of this place we call Growing Grace Farm.

Other days, however, I meander through the raised beds, down the river rock creek bed, and around the chicken coop, and I am transported into a new space and place.  I see everything with new eyes.

Sure Time and Seasons bring with them change, but some days, it’s all a matter of perspective.  I am willing to stop making assumptions about what has been and become open to what will be.  And even the old becomes new again.

For 40 odd years, I have tasted sweet sugar snap peas, squatted on my legs to observe lady bugs, closed my eyes and felt Spring’s rain on my face, and listened as birds chattered at dusk.  And yet, each time, it is as if God is offering me a new gift to experience, the gift of Creation.

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