Second Thanksgiving

Forgive me friends.....it's been 1 month (plus) since my last blog confession. What can I say.....other than, I have been "busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest!" Some of you may have predicted this.

As we head into the Thanksgiving holiday, I wanted to simply say that I have much to be thankful for. With much going on in the world and around me, I am most thankful for the peace AND chaos of my, "Middle of Nowhere" retreat. May you be as peaceful and as chaotic in yours.

So as not to lose my vast blog audience, (are there any?).........I have chosen to include a seasonal poem for this month's posting. It's one of my favorites from the great Leona Sevick entitled, "Morning Prayer." It reminds me that life is indeed filled with many riches. Enjoy! Oh and...... Happy Thanksgiving!

Morning Prayer

When their bodies
are pressed against mine
their soft snores
filling the air
with sour-sweet.
Their arms crossed over my heart,
supplicants in sleepy searching
for my earlobes
which they finger between
pointers and thumbs.

When I touch their hair
with my mouth and sniff
one, and then the other.
stroking tiny backs
with bones like those of tough birds
leaning toward flight.

When they shiver with morning--
stretching and curling
unfurling with quivers
that anticipate the day’s work.

When one of them,
still asleep
smiles or smirks
with some secret
hidden deep in the folds of memory
or longing.

I give thanks.