1. Collaborative poetry!
2. Looking out into the dawn, through wrought-iron curliques to the walnut tree beyond.
3. That snugglefest with a cuddlesome boy and a purrsome cat. (Couldn’t type for a while.)
4. Yesterday afternoon in the kitchen, fixing up the veggies.
5. The NYT Sunday Crossword.
Namaste.
Gratitudes
Gratitude List
1. The sturdy little oak on the corner of Water and James Streets in Lancaster.
2. Nag champa
3. Looking for the patterns. Dendritic agate.
4. Milk beans and rice.
5. That interview with Barry Manilow on NPR this morning. I could hear the wonder creep into his voice when he talked about making music. After 4 decades. And he was humble.
Namaste.
Gratitude List
1. The 30 bridge seems to be totally free of construction blockages. How long has it been? One year? Ten? Here’s to Bridges!
2. Words. Isn’t it amazing that a series of aural bits strung together can signify something that can create meaning that both you and I understand? And then we can translate that into visual symbols? And build whole philosophical concepts and relationships around them? Hmm, #1 was also about bridges. . .
3. Goldfinch Farm Customers. They’re the greatest. I love the people who buy our produce–community. Umm, bridges.
4. Salmon burgers.
5. Beads.
Namaste.
Gratitude List
1. Old Blue Eyes, and I don’t mean Frank Sinatra. . .
2. The Baker Creek Heirloom Seeds Catalog: pure art
3. Ears. Sometimes my brain doesn’t work, or my words are thunky, but I’ve got ears.
4. Corralling the clutter.
5. Toffee with coffee.
Namaste
Gratitude List
1. Choral Music
2. Scrabble. Sorry, Mom. 3:)
3. Sharing knowledge and wisdom
4. The ability to travel at least via book and photo and internet–to see all the wondrous and amazing places that exist on the planet.
5. Every day dawns.
Namaste.
Nine Stones and a Gratitude List
Nine Stones
I gathered nine white stones when I went
to the sea, that windy threshold where sky meets
water meets land, and all is transmuted
by the fire of the sun. Nine stones.
One for each of the dogwood trees,
gracious guardians at the entrance
to our own threshold.
One for the toad to grasp
as she sits in contemplation
under the litter of leaves.
One to place
between the clasped hands
of the lovers in their whirling dance.
One to rest at the bee-door
to guide them home from honeying.
One for wildness and courage,
to be the lion’s heart,
the spirit of the wood.
One for the wren
whose story overflows
and trickles over house and fields.
One to place at the cave’s door,
to carry as we walk within.
And one for the falcon
to clutch in her claws,
when she stands in the sky
and sees that singular task
among all that lies in the fields.
Gratitude List:
1. Insomniac child finally fell asleep again at 4. I counted backward from 100 for him. Need to remember that one.
2. Tannenbaum so lovely and the magic of nostalgia for small children: “I remember this ornament!”
3. Loving cat who licks my ears and tickles my chin.
4. Advent. Waiting for the light. Hush. Stillness.
5. Mist.
Namaste.
Gratitude List
1. Jon Weaver-Kreider–he could be number one on every gratitude list I write.
2. The purposeful flap of that eagle over the farm and up the ridge yesterday.
3. Chipotle hot sauce on scrambled eggs.
4. Winsomeness. Isn’t that a great word?
5. Feathers
Namaste.
Gratitude List
1. Coming away from a funeral inspired to be a better person.
2. The eyes of my friends–sparkly, thoughtful, wise, twinkling, tear-filled, winsome, deep, compassionate. . .
3. Singing with my siblings.
4. That Moon and Jupiter last night.
5. Pancakes.
Namaste.
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