Uncommon Gratitude

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November 25, 2022

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Uncommon Gratitude

The gifts a place gives to people are abundant.

- Trebbe Johnson -

Uncommon Gratitude

"When I receive a gift I am acutely conscious of both the gift and the giver, and gratitude spreads through me. This gratitude coalesces into a wish to give something back. I long to please my giver, endow that generous benefactor with something that will offer comfort, nourishment, and delight equal to what Ive received. When my benefactor is a place rather than a person, however, my role as recipient is less direct. Im someone who has inadvertently stepped beneath a stream of beneficence not specifically intended for me but suddenly pouring all over me. If I wished to offer thanks, how would I do so? Does a place have consciousness, such that it can receive gratitude for what it has given just by being itself?" Trebbe Johnson shares more on giving thanks to wounded places. { read more }

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For more inspiration, check out this additional piece by Johnson, "Rituals for Wastelands."


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