I invite you to come and join me on this pilgrimage to change the world through thankfulness. Perhaps if enough of us join together we can change the negative climate that exists and is overtaking our planet. Together we can move our fellow citizens of to a better, higher and finer place.
Welcome to 52 Weeks of Thankfulness a day earlier. But today World Book Day is being celebrated in the U.S. Books have been such an enormously important part of my life that I had to combine my thankfulness for the gifts of writers with celebrating the years of joy reading has brought to me. Books have been my constant companion on this whirlwind we call life. Books have made me happy, brought me to tears, taught me life lessons and opened vistas of the world that I will probably never visit. Books have been the boon companion of my life and I am hugely thankful for whoever it was that put the first book in my hands and set me off on this lifelong love affair.
When you reach a certain age, alright I won’t be so coy about it, when you get old you don’t get to spend very much time around little children.
Those little ones are like opening a window and letting fresh air into a stale room. That fresh air energizes me and puts a little more oomph into my steps.
This week I took my granddaughter to her first theatre production. We went to our local community theater and saw Sleeping Beauty.
I don’t think a New York City theatre first night cracks with as much energy as a theatre full of preschoolers waiting for the show to begin.
The look of amazement on my granddaughter’s face when the actors came into theatre and took the stage was priceless. She literally sat there with her mouth forming a great big O.
The children were enraptured by the performance and completely entered into the dimension of suspending disbelief. When Aurora approached the spinning wheel they shouted out warnings about not touching it and finding her Mom and Dad.
The audience for Sleeping Beauty was predominately girls and the actors wanted a volunteer to play the part of the prince. A little boy Lev, who was 4, volunteered and with the most earnest seriousness, donned his costume, and proceeded to play the part until he had to kiss Sleeping Beauty. At that point he decided he needed to return to his seat and Mom.
I am celebrating this week a chance to enter the wonder of the world as seen through my granddaughter’s eyes before I returned to adulthood and had to create my own magic.
Wishing you a chance to reenter the magic of childhood,
I took my walk this morning and saw this beautiful tree –
She stood there with her arms stretched upward embracing the spring sunshine. She started me thinking about how often writers use trees to illustrate our foibles – “The Fir Tree” by Hans Christian Anderson – and our strengths – “The Giving Tree” by Shel Silverstein.
She made me grateful that God created such beauty for us to savor and for us to use as a springboard for creativity.
I hope you get a chance to enjoy the beauty of a tree today,