It’s not so much what we have, it’s our freedom to have it that inspires us. We here at Mad Swirl receive great art, words, and verse which we, in turn, get to share with all of you, all around the world, every day. That makes us grateful and we choose this day to say, “Thanks!”
mh clay, Poetry Editor
Madelyn Olson, Art Editor, is thankful for…
hot coffee on cold mornings, mountains on horizons, live music, goats, art, the ability to create, basil, john, eating and laughing and drinking with my best friends, the jitters before a vacation, pops laugh, mamas smile, both of their hugs in equally important ways, the candles that my friend makes, swimming in the greenbelt, a full day of drawing, light rain on the roof, trees – especially when the leaves are orange red yellow, songs that give me chills, traveling by foot in a new place, a great big stretch, her eyes, her freakin laugh, the way her shirts smell, winning at pool, chicago, lessons in retrospect, the ways pain has served me, the ways i adapt heal evolve and learn, my room at night with candles lit and music playing, the ocean, cigarettes when I’m drunk even though I shouldn’t, sleeping in, my plants, plants in general, laying in the sun when the sun doesn’t hurt, being right in the middle of a great new book, vegan pizza, curly hair, clouds, finishing a project, feeling good sore, friendships that pick up where they left off, waking up somewhere new and beautiful, waking up at all every time, laughing so hard it starts to hurt, cows, soft blankets, breeze & buffalo cauliflower.
Mike Fiorito, Associate Editor, says in seventeen…
It’s Thanksgiving Day!
Help make others their best selves;
and be your best, too.
Tyler Malone, Short Story Editor, reflects…
Count the Ravens
Hands of ravens,
a head of tequila
cast shadows from
random bare light.
Those are thanks,
small visions, seeing
ourselves, our shapes.
Grateful are bones
never saying thanks
to blood, a never
as if you should
have a home.
(The pie image above is by Tyler, too.)
Johnny Olson, our Fearless Leader and Editor-in-Chief, concludes…
Giving of thanks.
That’s the true spirit of this day and one I strive to maintain and attempt to attain day-by-day. I truly try to freely give a sincere attitude of gratitude at every predawn morn I’m blessed to receive. I pray it, every day, knowing that everything I have, have had and will have is gifted and never a given.
The cognizance of blessings alone begets holier appreciations of what I do have. I know that someday I may not have all that I do. I may have more. I may have less. But right here, right now I have everything I need and daily I pray for and give thanks for…
A roof over my head to keep the heat in & my head dry on cold & damp gray days, to keep me cool and chilled on hot & humid summer days, sheltered and secured always.
These clothes that cover my mortal flesh & bones, sometimes fashionable, most time not, but what I got is usually sensible, always practical, definitely comfortable.
The food on my table to sustain the life force swirling in me and our fellow man that gives us animation, free will, and divine imaginations.
The labors we trade to get paid so that we can afford these aforementioned hierarchical necessities needed to live another hour, day, month, year.
A deep love in my heart for this precious gift called life and deep reverence for all who have come and gone & for those here and now, the nearest and cherished loved ones coloring my world thru these many moons so fine & divinely.
This deep-seated peace in my soul, my hearth, a source of retreat, of meditation, of experience, of expression.
I pray every day for these precious things to hopefully guarantee I do not take them for granted.
I pray knowing that even if it’s just me listening in, the reverence I have for these everyday blessings will always bring a deep-seated appreciation of these spiritual, material, creative, monetary & wellness prosperities.
I pray, with all my might to say the two simple words that, when sincerely paired, carry so much meaning and emotion: