The Pecan Park Eagle

… the gift of life itself.

… the love we find in family.

… the love we learn to give of ourselves.

… the particular passions that direct the course of our givings.

… the mentors who teach us the ways of human experience.

… the books and digital sources that now open our minds and hearts to ancient wisdoms, eternal truths, and new discoveries.

… “the colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky, and smiles on the faces, of people passing by.”

… “friends shaking hands, saying ‘how do you do?’ They’re only saying, ‘I love you.'”

… the burst of red, orange, and yellow among the trees of the sloping palisades along the banks of the Hudson River in early October.

… our memories of the shining eyes, breaking smiles, and squeaking laughter of our kids on Christmas mornings.

… Opening Day of the baseball season – or the sights, sounds, and smells of any “other” sport in your life that floats your boat.

… forever memories of your first sweet innocent love relationship, whether it worked out or not.

… the partner who made it through all the really tough storms with you in life in the name of true love.

… all the scattered golden days of minor triumph and peace that sometimes come upon us when we most need them.

… the good friends who hang with us through rain and shine.

… the little special projects we take on because they each, in some magical way, light the candle of breath in our lives.

… the here and now, the only time zone that really exists as the residence of our soul and true self, and the only place where life happens in fact.

… our realization beyond the muck and mire of everyday bad news from the media: “It’s (still) A Wonderful World.”

Happy Thanksgiving, Everybody!