Sunday gratitude, with friends and poetry

I’m thankful for friends.

I took the train down to Portland and spent a night with friends–much slow, relaxing time to visit and trips to Powell’s and Broadway Books. My bag was very heavy on the way home.

I’m thankful for getting to have breakfast with my dad yesterday–always a pleasure. Then dinner last night with a friend from third grade and her husband. Good stories, good times.

I’m thankful for new winter boots.

I’m thankful for each day and for my warm house.

I’m thankful for the opportunity to hear poetry out loud. Wednesday night was the Beacon Bards reading, with Marge Manwaring and Kelsea Habecker. Someone pointed out that in this area, you can probably find a poetry reading, or more than one, every night of the week.

I’m thankful for the poem “Two Moths” by Aimee Nezhukumatathil. Sometimes I read a poem and think, “I wish I’d written that.” Those are my favorite poems. But when I read this poem, I wished I’d written it and knew I couldn’t have and am so thankful that Ms. Nezhukumatathil did. Also, she and a friend–and their kids–have set up a page to send donations to the Philippine Red Cross. I’d been looking for the organization to donate to, and this was perfect. (Thanks to Jeannine Hall Gailey for the link.)

I’m thankful for hope. (I remind myself of this by thinking of Emily Dickinson’s line “Hope is a thing with feathers” throughout the day.)

Open the door. Open my heart.