A week ago to the hour I was planning a Thanksgiving dinner for seven and thinking of all the ways I could make the evening special. I was also debating whether or not to publish a blog post thanking all of my readers and passerby for reading my blog. (I really am very thankful everyday for the people who visit this virtual place I've created.) I was processing a lot of desire, basically, to give - give endlessly and vastly from all of my known resources.
It got me thinking about all of the things in this world that give through no effort of their own. They don't decide to give. They just give. By nature of their design and the forces that willed them into being, they are gracious structures in our lives, going unseen and unheard and giving full-tilt once activated.
I like to imagine these things giving all around me, little fountains of generosity at play. Toasters give toast. Light bulbs give light. Books give ideas. Houseplants give good air. Candles give flame. Pillows give welcome rest. Songs give inspiration. Doors give both an enclosure and the possibility for openings. Wheels give ride. Trees give and give and give. Cups contain so you can contain essential liquids. Soap gives fragrance. Sewing needles give the thread a way to keep your clothes together. Crayons give color a place to play with us. Crystals and stones give energy. Mirrors give you a vision of your self. Pens give ink so stories can tell themselves to us. The moon gives us a way to walk home at night through the woods.
So many things give. Someone could write a book about all these things. Maybe someone already has.
Dear Little Fountains of Generosity at Play:
Thank you for giving.