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Something about the notion of collectively giving thanks has been rubbing me the wrong way, or “feels buggy,” as my son says of clothing that chafes him or generally bums him out with its clothing-ness (all clothing —> solution: disrobe).
I think it has something to do with the whole noun-vs.-verb situation. If we’re giving thanks, it’s a thing, and one we presumably are in possession of.
What comes to me as alternative is that gratitude might be more of a movement—the action of reorienting, positioning oneself relative to something in a different way, which allows fresh perception.
The problem is that it is observably difficult to make yourself new, or find new perception, when one of your toddlers is peeing down the stairs, shouting enthusiastically about waterfalls.