I’m thankful for my family, and that all three kids were able to come for dinner last night–even Daniel was able to get home from work in time to catch the end. Hence my late posting–I had a daughter sacked out on the couch with me.
I’m thankful my mom made it back from her week away–and that she was able to go and spend a week with her friends contemplating spiritual questions and hanging out. She’s been going to camp since the 1970s, and I’m glad she was able to go again this year.
I’m thankful for finally getting back to the gym last Monday. And I’m thankful for the women at the gym–who inspire me not just to work out but to keep putting my life and my worries in perspective.
I’m thankful for all the gardens and blooming–colors erupting everywhere in waves. I relish it.
Yesterday, I was thankful for the little mist–because I keep forgetting to water the basil. And it looks like we had a little rain overnight. That’s a fine time for rain.
I’m thinking about losses, and I’m thinking about pilgrimages and gratitude.
Open the door. Open my heart.