Puck Has Something to Say
Sometimes wisdom arrives with paws.
Some years, gratitude doesn’t arrive with trumpets.
Sometimes it shows up quietly, sits beside us, and waits to be noticed.
This year, Puck has something to say.
— Lee Anne
Ahem … Well, then. Here we are, again.
Hello, friends. Puck here — keeper of quiet things, watcher of teacups, companion to anyone who needs a soft moment.
I’ve been thinking about gratitude. Not the big kind with speeches and feasts and tables groaning under food no one really needs. I mean the small kind — the kind that pads in softly and curls at your feet.
Gratitude, I’ve discovered, is shy.
It doesn’t like noise.
It doesn’t like rushing.
It doesn’t like humans worrying about what’s missing instead of what’s here.
So this year, I’m keeping it simple.
I’m grateful for warm light.
For hands that know how to be gentle.
For the way tea smells when someone is happy.
For crumbs that magically appear when no one is looking.
For the quiet corner by the hearth where stories settle and hearts calm down.
And I’m grateful for you — whoever you are, wherever you are — for being part of this small circle of stillness.
Here is my advice, offered with one paw raised:
Look for the smallest thing that is beautiful.
Then say thank you.
You don’t have to say it out loud.
The world will hear you.
That’s all.
I’ll be right here, keeping watch — hoping your day is gentle and your heart warm.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Ah, it is sweet, when sometimes wisdom arrives with paws, not pronouncements.
Thank you for being here, and may your holiday be a quiet blessing.
