Is there such a thing as a Thankful Dictator?
Sincerely, between you and me, I’ve figured out I don’t feel very nice when I don’t get my own way. It can, at times, make me feel downright hateful: as though the lumpish dark coal that is my heart-center is squeezing the bile out of my liver which flows around the far corners of the world.
Ah, thankfulness! Surely something I can continue to work on, like flexibility and actual “sweetness” beyond the cloying stuff I often fake.
I’ll have to pick up another Tofurkey if I have more thankfulness around here! (The first one marinated in orange juice and soy sauce was really quite good.)