By Elizabeth Speth
- Larkspur. Lupine. Everyone gives thanks for Larkspur and Lupine.
I once heard someone say: “What if you woke up tomorrow and the only things you had were the things you gave thanks for yesterday?”
- My view walking between my office and my car. Late summer butterfly photos.
That is why Sunday, for me, is mostly a silent day, a quiet string of gratitude prayers for the things I still want to have tomorrow. I spend the sacred day in church — in the Cathedral of the Outdoors. I try to trade whatever is troubling me — and on some Sundays much is troubling me — for thoughts of thanks.
Hank Thoreau, always a good guy for a nifty quote (and a lover of the Outdoors, so he’s okay in my book), said: “It’s not what you look at that matters, but what you see.”
I take that to mean we strip away the hurry, and the worry, the restless need to focus on the NEXT thing. Open our naked eyes to really ‘see’ the beauty we want again tomorrow. Our loved ones. Our surroundings. All of it. It’s a lot to take in. Thank goodness.