Thanksgiving

Upon birth, I was given this gift of seeing the world in words. I watch as magic sentences hang on the branches of the trees and words float through the clouds, finding each other and joining hands in a mysterious way.  I was given a passion for words and building them like wooden blocks to create towers of thought and feeling.   I realized today (only took 44 years), in the wake of an all-night migraine, during those final hours when the veil is lifting and one can only sit and do nothing, that God has a sense of humor.  I realized that only when my body is quiet can my mind be intensely active, and it is during those times of quiet that my mind weaves words together at such a rapid and colorful rate that it is difficult to keep up.   I laughed out loud, truly, not in the quickly typed, over-used LOL sense, but in a heartfelt laugh meant for no one's ears except my own, that a migraine, of all things, would open my eyes to the inverse relationship of mind and body output.   So today, when I could be thankful for so many things, so many amazing people in my life, today I am thankful for that migraine and its ability to open my eyes to a message I needed to hear.  Be still more often.  Be still so the words, like shy nocturnal animals, can slink out of the cave of my brain, slowly at first and then with such a furious pace that I can only hang on to them and enjoy the ride.