I’m grateful for the weekend at LiTFUSE.
I have no pictures, partly because the smoke cloaked the mountain. Completely. I told people, “Really, it’s there.” But mostly we couldn’t see it.
Here’s Mount Clemens back in August.
I’m thankful for the people who are fighting those fires.
I’m thankful my car made it to Tieton and back over the pass this time. And I’m thankful for the riders who made the gamble to come with me.
I’m grateful for spending time with friends and meeting new people and taking these great classes and learning a lot and being in Tieton.
I’m thankful my aunt and uncle could put me up and thankful for some time to visit and now I’m thinking about talking with my cousin and about Banjo the social-director horse.
I’m thankful for all the things I learned and for the gold-glowy feeling that miraculously stayed with me all day today. Seriously. Grateful.
I’m thankful for my family, who held down the fort while I was away–and there was a lot of fort-holdin’ to do. Tom and Claire did a crush on Saturday–and I’m thankful for all the people who helped them. And then Tom drove Claire up to college on Sunday. Classes start this week. Best wishes, Claire, for a great school year.
I’m thankful I’ve been able to wake up early and get more time to work on poems and that I’ve been able to write on the bus. Progress made in small steps. Baby steps. Many baby steps.
Open the door. Open my heart.