Thanks

OK, let's see, what am I thankful for?  Not a hard question, really.  I live in a place that is not regularly bombed.  I have a loving wife, healthy kids and grandkids, and pretty much my own health.  I have the president I voted for in office and still fighting.  My financial status is not plush, but it's adequate and pretty stable.  Though I lost my first wife, we spent thirty-two wonderful years together.  Though my sons and grandsons are distant, I see them a couple of times a year.  I have a good deal of my hearing left and have music, as Billy Joel would say, in my hands (and everywhere else).  Though I peer though floaters, I see pretty well and can read (words just fine, notes not so much, but that's another problem). 

Now, who receives the thanks is another question.  After being pretty much a spiritual drifter (or agnostic, whatever) for nearly 40 years, I joined a church several years ago.  But it's the kind of place that lets one believe whatever one wants to believe, which suits me.  I am not keen about religion or the religious (who tend to hurt people who don't agree with them), and, if pushed, will only admit to believing that there is a spark of something (ok, call it the divine) in all of us, in living things. 

A mystic -- Meister Eckhardt, perhaps -- said, "If you are going to pray one prayer, let it be 'Thank you.' " 

So thank you.  Thank you very much.