Give Thanks

Wandering along the shores of a crystal clear mountain lake,

my camera and I discovered some magical, winged creatures.

Their wings remind me of stained glass.
And I could wander in search of their beauty for hours.

You see,

when I'm alone and find the mystical, winged beauties,

I take a deep breath.

I rest.

Still and present.

There is only that moment.

And there is gratitude.

For the moment.

For the place.

For cool, clear water.

And driftwood.

And sunshine.

For blue skies and tall pines.

For family, and summer time, and fresh air and dragonflies.

"To give thanks in solitude is enough.
Thanksgiving has wings
and goes where it must go.
Your prayer knows much more about it than you do."
Victor Hugo



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