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Gratefulness
Thank you for this day made of wind and rain and sun and the scent of old-fashioned lilacs. Thank you
for the pond and the slippery tadpole and the wild iris that opened beside the pond last week, so pale, so nearly purple,
their stems already flagged and bent. Thank you for the yellow morels hiding in the field grass, the ones we can only see when we are already
on our knees. And thank you for the humming that rises out of the morning as if mornings are simply reasons to hum. What a gift,
this being alive, this chance to encounter the world. What a gift, this being a witness to spring— spring in everything. Spring in the way
that we greet each other. Spring in the way the golden eagle takes to the thermals and spirals up to where we can barely see the great span of its wings.
Spring in the words we have known since our births. Like glory. Like celebrate.
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