PS-It has come to this.
cc. Covid!
cc. Oprah!
cc. Che, who knows me, and who has survived a few Hell holes, and death, and Covid.
I am grateful for God’s love for me.
I am thankful for my daughter playing ukulele and a family sing along.
I am grateful for Justice and Mercy….. mostly for Mercy, but, yeah.
I am grateful for health and the promise of preservation and the availability of the Moderna Vaccine very soon.
I am grateful for a good and abundant life. I am rich in blessings.
I am grateful for a few friends check ups, cheer ups and drop bus, and for the Faith and Art they share with me.
I am grateful for the peace, warmth and shelter of home, the farm, and a loving family.
I am grateful for adult children who are empathetic, have work ethic, wherewithall and make time (still) for Mom.
I’m grateful for young children (students, nephews and grandchildren) and for the joy and hope found in their smiles and laughter and art making and life living. They make teaching worth the journey.
I am thankful for old friends and new beginnings.
I am thankful for growth through trials, even as I sit in the seat of pain. There is the light of truth, hope, resolution, and lessons to be learned.
I am thankful for Nature in all its power, fury, beauty, wisdom and wonder. Again, and again, I am lost and found in the sky, field, mountain, stream, reservoir, in the birds, and bees, and beasts…in all I see and feel and breathe into being when I am outside Nature bathing.
Today, I am grateful for Wilson Bentley, the Snowflake man. His passion for Nature, for beauty, for science, photography and the Snowflake Art he gifted the world inspires me. Wow! Did he have focus!
I am grateful for paper art and for cutting paper snowflakes… the ones that turn out, and the oddball halfsies too. For process and product… whatever form it takes.
I am grateful for Paolo Coehelo’s The Alchemist. ( How to journey and not lose the oil from your spoon?) I think I need to read this, again.
I am grateful I am me and I am good enough.
I am grateful for sleep and healing. Can I go to bed now? 6:42 pm
And for waking to Chai tea and coffee and NPR and the drive.
And for Jon Foreman’s music.
Uh huh.
TAPS