Let's talk about gratitude. Let's not talk in big, wide sweeps of thought, but in the tiniest increments of consciousness. In the places we feel it--the smallest, most fleeting moments.I am grateful for....
The wood planks in my office building running in endless directions as I inevitably try to walk in a straight line. My younger daughter's sparkly blue nails poking out from her Penguins' jersey. My older daughter's black tennis shoes peeking out from under the snow at the front door. Both of their mischievous smiles.
I am grateful for....
My father's voice answering, ready for the news before he heard it at 5:42am last Monday morning. His steady arms ever holding me and the girls. His insatiable appetite for my potato latkes.
I am grateful for the moment when the internal flood stops pouring out--the emptiness and fullness at once. I am grateful for the elderly man who turned back to smile at the baby on Queen street this morning. I am grateful for my white pen that says Kripalu in red. I am grateful for my partner's blue text that says "hi."
I am grateful for the rust on my grey bicycle. I am grateful for the new bike lane on Richmond Street. I am grateful for the white fur that remains embedded in the black rug in the front hall.
I am grateful.
For what tiny thing are you grateful today?
4 comments:
I am grateful that today I had the energy and desire to reach out to old friends . Grateful that they reached back. My girls both had good days at school. So very grateful to have this hour alone sitting in my car outside of our synagogue waiting for hebrew school to let out and watching the sun go down. Alone
I so hear you...
Nice to be heard
Very important post! I like the bicycle with the heart ballon! :)
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