A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace.

Through people that I did know or through things that I did touch, I am connected with everything that ever was and everything that ever will be. Everything hangs together with everything.

Everything is a gift. The degree to which we are awake to this truth is a measure of our gratefullness, and gratefullness is a measure of our aliveness.

The root of joy is gratefulness...It is not joy that makes us grateful; it is gratitude that makes us joyful.

Any place is sacred ground, for it can become a place of encounter with the divine Presence.

Gratefulness is the gallantry of a heart ready to rise to the opportunity a given moment offers.

One single gift acknowledged in gratefulness has the power to dissolve the ties of our alienation.