Gratitudinous

Of the many things for which I am grateful, here are just a few:

Dark branches against a blue, blue sky
The smell of a candle, burning
Birds on the morning
Light filtering through red curtains
Dawn and dusk
Moments of quiet, hard won or not
My ten toes
My two legs, two arms and single head--all in the right place and healthy
My endlessly beating heart
Love, in all its forms
Green tea in the morning
The smell of lavender
A clock, chiming, from far away
The impulse to create
The ability to create
The creation itself (good or bad)
A night curled up on a couch
Words on a page
Flowers, barely moving their little heads
My mat
My practice
Friends, what that means to have them...
even if you speak often
or never...
The struggle and eventual triumph of partnership
Unexpected adventures
To have been raised with love
To have known delight at an early age
And at all the ages following
Getting older
To have days to fight with, relax into, love and hate and wail about
To have days at all
To have anything at all...

Thank you, little universe of mine,
for continuing to spin
and challenge
and mystify...