Remember to be grateful. For time demands its due.
Memento Mori.
Remember that you must die.
What will you do between now and then?
For me, the practice of gratitude consists of remembering that every moment is a profound gift. Every breath, every twitch of muscle, every action and pattern of actions and memory and imagining is a spark of the Divine, woven into fire.
In that light, I sing for you a beautiful little composition called the Epitaph of Seikilos. This song was deciphered from an ancient Greek headstone, and the English translation reads thus:
"While you live, shine.
Have no grief at all.
For life exists only a short while,
And time demands its due."
I love this embrace of death. This poem reminds us of the spirit of Memento Mori: Death will come. Until then, how will you live? Shine, the ancient Greek poet invites us to do.
This Thanksgiving, I hope we will all shine a little brighter, recognizing the gifts life has brought to our hands unconcerned with our merits, and choose to respond to those gifts with the joy and appreciation that we call, in English, "Gratitude."
Remember that you must die.
What will you do between now and then?
For me, the practice of gratitude consists of remembering that every moment is a profound gift. Every breath, every twitch of muscle, every action and pattern of actions and memory and imagining is a spark of the Divine, woven into fire.
In that light, I sing for you a beautiful little composition called the Epitaph of Seikilos. This song was deciphered from an ancient Greek headstone, and the English translation reads thus:
"While you live, shine.
Have no grief at all.
For life exists only a short while,
And time demands its due."
This Thanksgiving, I hope we will all shine a little brighter, recognizing the gifts life has brought to our hands unconcerned with our merits, and choose to respond to those gifts with the joy and appreciation that we call, in English, "Gratitude."
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