The poet Rilke has written:
“O tell us, poet, what you do? – I praise.
But those dark, deadly, devastating ways,
how do you bear them, suffer them – I praise.
And then the Nameless, beyond guess or gaze,
how can you call it, conjure it? – I praise.”
During these dark, devastating times, what relevance does a season of giving thanks have for us? How might we, in the days of our convoluted and complex lives, conjure a practice of praising that is both authentic and useful… and maybe even perhaps a bit fun?