My thanksgiving is perpetual. Henry David Thoreau: I am grateful for what I am & 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 1000 years, & 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. From page 142, Letter Thirty, Letters to A Spiritual Seeker (Continuing blossoming of lilacs, rose blossoms, Mexican Orange bush blossoms, and others this 18 April 2014.)
Posted on: Sat, 19 Apr 2014 01:36:58 +0000
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