Thanks For No Reason

“The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.” – William Blake

One of my son Eden’s more endearing habits is thanking every random object and creature he passes by. “Thank you, stick,” “Thank you, stah-bewy.” His bizarre pronunciation of “thank you” is “dat doiiing,” which gives his practice a rollicking feel as he springs down the sidewalk: “dat doiiing!” “dat doiiing!” “dat doiiing!” This Monday, we channel our inner two year old, and Pepper our Practice with aPPPPreciation. Then, for the grand finale, we’ll appreciate ourselves, by gathering any remaining self-consciousness into our loving arms, and slow-dancing the night away.

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