and may all your nothings, too, hold something up and sing.
— Michael Blumenthal
from And the Cantilevered Inference Shall Hold the Day
In this last week of the year. In this season of illumination, when everything lights and shines against deep winter, dark night. In this time of reflection, hope and, yes, hints of sorrow and sometimes regret, this poem arrives. And gratitude swells for words that fit just right.
It's Thankful Thursday, a weekly pause to appreciate the people, places and things that bring joy. What are you thankful for today?