“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” (Proust)
As the sun descends on a lovely Thanksgiving weekend, I am alone in my reflections–but not really alone. My mind and heart are filled with warmth and love for all those I spent time with and wrote to this weekend, as well as the hundreds or thousands that my educational mascot Kwil and I have created and connected with throughout the decades.
Whether near or far, dear or distant, I give thanks for all those who have so poignantly touched my life. Whether for a certain time, place, reason, or season–or for that infinite and enduring flash called eternity–I am filled with gratitude for the love, experience, and hard-learned lessons of life.
Early every morning as I sip coffee and write my ‘morning pages,’ I express my heartfelt gratitude for all the blessings to be found in the ‘good, the bad, the sad, and the mad’ and I send well wishes to my family, friends, clients, colleagues, community members, and their respective families and friends around the world.
I sense deep down in the place where only stillness and quiet may access that we are all connected and we are one. More than ever before, I am convinced that I have a vested interest in the blossoming of each and every soul.
It is with this deeply intuitive and spirit-filled conviction that I write: Long may our souls blossom as we are so lovingly nurtured by our families, friends and neighbours–the most charming global gardeners of all time.
With luv n’ laffs,