Because one day of Thanksgiving is not enough (7 of 7)
On my final day of giving thanks, I woke up to a cold, bright, clear morning, walked by lots of little brown birds eating seeds off dried stalks, saw a V of geese flying south over my head, and appreciated how bright the world is with the leaves fallen from the branches. Today, I'm thankful for the world, and all its beauty and simplicity, its mystery and complexity. I'm thankful for the ways it reveals itself to us and the ways it will always be too much to fathom. I'm thankful for the little brown birds and the squirrels and the earthworms and the mushrooms and the ants. I'm thankful for the mountains and the ocean and the desert and prairies and wind-swept caverns full of magic and light.