Thank you, thank you, thank you, and oh, thank you, and thank you too

Frantically scrolling in my inept way through Nextdoor posts on my phone last night, I kept accidentally thanking people, sometimes 3 or 4 times a piece, en route for more neighborhood sharing about safety, community, and connectedness amidst so much unrest.

How many otherwise nameless, faceless neighbors did I thank for their offers of free wood, gutter tips, inciting political comments, cross country skis for sale, complaints, calls out for lost keys, wanted mulch, unidentified insects and shrubs, vandalized or stolen cars, missing packages, rants about social distancing, designer facemasks for sale, alarm system recommendations, private conversations, salon recs, lost souls, vigilantes,  disgruntled, privileged, curfew breakers, Lake St cleaner uppers, immunosuppressed, recovered, heart opened, looted, lucky, lovingkindness, fearful, mamas and papas, sons and daughters, yogis, gardeners, bankers, lawyers, mowers, tea makers, drummers, all alone, all one, freaking out, keeping calm, all and none and more of the above? Who knows.

 But why not? It feels good to be thanked for our offerings, however big or small or mundane or unworthy.  Spirit lives in those offerings. So thank you everybody.  For everything.