Gratitude, with sleep, sun, hearts

Bleeding heart in bloomWhat are you thankful for?

For me, it’s been an interesting week. I overslept on Monday because I forgot to set my alarm. On Wednesday I slept through my alarm. But I managed to get the Poetry Month prompts up every morning. And I’m always thankful for sleep.

I’m thankful for my morning pages–even though they’re short and I do them on the computer. They give me a chance to hash out and rehash all my doubts and insecurities, in private.

I’m thankful for the chance to read to about 50 people at a retirement home, and thankful I beat the storm on my way there. (This is what comes of being paranoid about rush hour traffic and the possibility of getting lost–it worked out.)

I’m thankful for a chance to read Wednesday as part of a Floating Bridge Press reading. I’m thankful for the press and the long, ongoing relationships they cultivate in the poet community. And I’m SO THANKFUL my mom came. What a surprise! What a treat!

I’m thankful for my mom and dad.

I’m thankful for the dinner my son made on Wednesday. Imagine coming home from a reading to a warm plate of food and a glass of wine. Again, what a treat!

I’m thankful for a fun dinner with friends on Friday night. Good food, meeting new people. Although I always say I’d like to stay on my sofa, it’s good to get out, and I’m thankful for the opportunity.

And I’m thankful for afternoon sun–after drizzle and real rain, the sun came out and felt warm. I saw the forget-me-nots beginning to bloom and the bleeding heart already bleeding. Yes, what a treat!

Open the door. Open my heart.