Here’s how you can always have something to be thankful for.
An invitation to stop and smell the roses (literally).
"Sorrow was beautiful, but his beauty was the beauty of the moonlight shining through the leafy branches of the trees in the woods. His gentle light made little pools of silver here and there on the soft green moss of the forest floor. And when he sang, his song was like the low, sweet calls…
Four weeks. No work. No demands. No schedule. That's what I was given this summer. Of course, the break was not to travel or vacation or work on a project. And it wasn't given me because I earned it, like a sabbatical, or because I would make up for it later. It was for rest and healing, because I finally admitted my need.
Day 4 of my European Adventures had me feeling on top of the world . . . quite literally.