The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.
It's Thanksgiving day
In the USA.
The wood is stacked,
The livestock shacked,
The harvest stored
Thank the Lord.
The family is here,
A time for cheer.
Tra la la.
To spend a holiday alone, particularly on a cold gray day, can be a slightly scary thing. But it does give me a chance to quietly think about the things I am grateful for.
As I slowly approach my 70th birthday I am thankful that I am still alive.
I'm thankful for having had the opportunity to spend my life in the arts, which has given me a constantly changing perspective on the scenery of life.
I am thankful for the great composers, Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, Wagner and others who have given me the unending blessing of their music.
I am thankful for the great writers, Shakespeare, Milton, Dostoyevsky, Sandburg and others who have given me such great literature to accompany me on my journey.
I am thankful for the great artists, Rembrandt, Van Gogh, Matisse, Picasso and others who have inspired me with their paintings over the years.
I am thankful for the great philosophers, Plato, Aristotle, Descartes, Nietzsche and others who have challenged my thinking and kept me alert.
I am thankful for my few but fascinating friends around the country who are people to remember and think about every day.
I am thankful for my great, interesting, loving journal buddies in Google Land. none of whom I have ever met.
May you all have a rich, blessed and happy day.
DB - Vagabond