Thursday
Feb162012
Thankful Thursday: Stones
Sunday morning on Stonefield Beach
On the beach
gathering stones
every appreciation
is prayer
- Drew Myron
Speaking of stones, check out A Handful of Stones, a lovely source of small, powerful poems of observation and appreciation.
It's Thankful Thursday, a weekly pause of gratitude, praise and appreciation. Please join me. What are you thankful for today?
Do you take part in Thankful Thursdays? I'm making a list and will gladly add a link to your website or blog.
Thursday, February 16, 2012 at 8:06AM
Reader Comments (6)
My credit union being REALLY understanding, and allowing me to work things out over email since I can't take personal calls at work. Good customer service goes a loooong way.
My friends, who support me through the hardest times.
The fact that even the rough times are impermanent. Even though that's hard to remember when you're mired in the middle of it.
Elizabeth Bishop and Toni Morrison.
My dog.
Allyson,
Always nice to "see" you here on Thursdays.
Regarding the beauty of impermanence: I am reminded of the words my father offered me in tough times: "Everything is temporary."
Such sweet relief and sadness in a single phrase.
Love the poem, Drew. It's hard to write a poem about gratitude without sounding at least a tad cloying, at least in my opinion. And it's hard to pull off referring to prayer, though I'm not sure why. You succeeded on both counts.
Thanks Marjorie!
I'm with you on the cloying / gratitude / prayer. Oh, those fine lines, how they vex me.
I am late to the party, but I am thankful for stones. In the land of my birth (Michigan) we all spend hours and days sitting at the shoreline, looking for and collecting stones. There are certain stones more prized than others (Petoskey, Leland Blues) but I'll take any stone that strikes me. I leave most of them in a pile for the next stone catcher to find. Every now and then I take one home with me -- I always feel guilty about this :).
Molly,
I had no idea stones had names! What a great reminder that everything has a name, an identity.
I feel the same sort of 'collector' guilt, but with seashells. : )