Today I’m thankful for words.
In particular, I read and fell in love with this passage from Annie Dillard’s book, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. (Remarkable, by the way. Have you read it?)
Our vision can be so blinded by the mountains of craggy life around us.
We need new light.
We need to be cracked open, our hardness split wide to see beyond our selves and the terrain we take for granted.
Words are good.
At least they can be, when used responsibly.
The poets, the dreamers, the word-weavers all help us see things in new ways. They help us make sense of the bone weary pain.
They help us hope again.
What’s YOUR good today?
🔎 Find the good.
📸 Snap a picture.
📲 Share it on social media.