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"Hope is a function of struggle."
~Brené Brown

Winter is now upon us in the Midwest. The temperature is dipping into the single digits and the winds are gusting steadily. On this Thanksgiving weekend here in the States, these beginning lines from Walter Rauschenbusch's gorgeous family prayer, now more than a century old, call us to pay attention and be grateful:

For the wide sky and the blessed sun,
For the salt sea and the running water,
For the everlasting hills
And the never-resting winds,
For trees and the common grass underfoot.
We thank you for our senses
By which we hear the songs of birds,
And see the splendor of the summer fields,
And taste of the autumn fruits,
And rejoice in the feel of the snow,
And smell the breath of the spring.
Grant us a heart wide open to all this beauty...

This has me wondering about others' ways of giving thanks.

Do you have a special prayer or ritual? Drop me a line at tgilliss@onbeing.

"We pray for the big things and forget to give thanks for the ordinary, small (and yet really not small) gifts."