“I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite— only a sense of existence. Well, anything for variety. I am ready to try this for the next ten thousand years, and exhaust it. How sweet to think of my extremities well charred and my intellectual part too, so that there is no danger of worm or rot for a long while. My breath is sweet to me. O how I laugh when I think of my vague, indefinite riches. No run on my bank can drain it, for my wealth is not possession, but enjoyment.” -Henry David Thoreau
There are no better words for this holiday than last years post, my thanksgiving is perpetual. From my home to yours, happy thanksgiving friends. Thank you for being here and part of my life. I am grateful.