Of Thanks

In the Gardens Of My Imagination, I give thanks. I give thanks to all the wonderful stories that make themselves known to me…that speak to me, that sing to me, that beg of me to help them spread into our world that they might connect with You, The Reader.

I give thanks for You, The Reader. Thank you for your courage and willingness to listen to that sweet and soft little nudge inside…the unassuming voice that leads you on an adventure like no other and who reveals worlds heretofore unknown.

I give thanks for the Garden. That immense field of pleasure and delight. That refuge of comfort, that bastion of strength and glory…that comrade and dear friend who is unique among all friends.

I give thanks to eyes which dare to try to understand,

to hearts which dare to Love,

and to That Which Is Unknowable, for allowing us the privilege of Knowing.

In the Gardens Of My Imagination, I give thanks.