As the days grow short and my dinner is lit by light bulbs rather than the golden glow of the late day sun, it's easy to become annoyed and irritable. I find this is especially true when I am caught in the middle between my desire to use the evening hours for enjoyment, and a primal need to sleep brought on by the darkness. Add days of cold rain and the descent into winter can feel pretty bleak.
Then last night, while sorting the mail into Recycling and Read piles, I opened an unmarked envelope (which turned out to be a plea for money) and found this quote:
"We are thankful for each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends. "
The quote was from Ralph Waldo Emerson, who lived just one town over from where I do. I'm sure the shift of seasons was felt all the more strongly in his day when there was no full-spectrum light therapy other what you could find out of doors. Emerson was no Pollyanna. His life was visited again and again by the death of those close to him, and yet he kept looking for the good. Looking to live a life full of thanks.
And so I add my own prayer of thanks, for the beauty found in unlikely of places - even junk mail.
I mean to visit Emerson's house soon, and learn more about him that way, but if anyone can suggest a book about him that's enjoyable (rather than academic), please leave a comment or e-mail me. Thank you