On Thanksgiving morning I woke up to frost which had winked at us, covering the whole yard. Everything sparkled and glowed underneath it, and I was able to step outside and savor it before rushing off to work. It's becoming more popular for clients to book family sessions on thanksgiving and also in the days following... since their loved ones tend to be in town and have the luxury of time-off from work. As I drove away, it felt odd to leave my sparkling yard because I felt like I could have stood there for hours.
Gratitude isn't natural for me most of time. I often wish I was more successful, could keep my laundry folded, or be more in so many ways. My head space occupies the future as I long for a child, for a home that we own, for a studio to work out of, for a car that has more space for my gear (or at least a dome light that works). Yet, as I stared at those sparkling leaves and watched my breath in the cold air, I didn't long for more of anything. Something had quieted and slowed down my heart enough to be present and want for nothing. What a gift.
Our world seems to be bleeding at it's core; between racial tensions in policing, political agendas, terrorism, refugees seeking safety, and the whispers of violence the globe over...I cannot even afford to live without gratitude. I can't fix all these problems with my limited time, resources and reach. These barriers prevent me from investing in justice for every human who deserves it, as much as I wish that weren't the case. However, I can live in gratitude and allow my heart to take part in sorrow and joy with others...giving what I can and where I'm called to, with a full heart. Other endeavors, while beautiful and worthy in smaller ways...really can't compare.
HARD TIMES | East Mountain South
let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears while we all sup sorrow with the poor there's a song that will linger forever in our ears oh, hard times come again no more
'tis a song? a sigh of the weary hard times? hard times come again no more many days you have lingered around my cabin door oh? hard times come again no more
while we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay there are frail ones fainting at the door though their voices are silent their pleading looks will say oh, hard times come again no more
'tis a song? a sigh of the weary hard times... hard times come again no more many days you have lingered around my cabin door oh, hard times come again no more
'tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave 'tis a wail that is heard upon the shore 'tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave oh, hard times come again no more
'tis a song'a sigh of the weary hard times? hard times come again no more many days you have lingered around my cabin door oh, hard times come again no more oh, hard times come again no more