Get after grateful – October 22, 2022

I am grateful for the neighborhood cat that lives outside my apartment because it lets me take care of it.

I am grateful for Saturday afternoon walks with my love.

I am grateful for pumpkin bread baking in the oven because it makes the kitchen smell like the warmth of cinnamon and nutmeg.

I am grateful for big porches with pretty views.

Get after grateful – Oct. 21, 2022

I am grateful for a sunny day off of work because it gives me time for much needed rest.

I am grateful that my mom and I share a birthday because it’s something we can always share no matter how much life changes. 

I am grateful for a small bottle of CoCo Channel perfume that my mom gifted me years ago which I only use for special occasions because it makes the whole day feel special. 

I am grateful for these gorgeous trees in the town I live in. Like really… aren’t they just magical?

Get after grateful – Oct. 15, 2022

I began a gratitude practice over the last two weeks where I write three things I am grateful for each day. It has only been about 14 days, but what blows me away is the shift from feeling disconnected and tired to open and awake. I thought that I would start recording them here in an effort to spread gratitude and maybe find some connections. Here goes nothing:

I am grateful for the swirling clouds and the sparrows that spread their wings against the sky full of swirling clouds.

I am grateful to look across the room and see my Love reading a book because although we are not talking, the presents of him here is strong and comforting.

I am grateful for time to write today. I wrote 1,500 words messy words that are like a ball of tangled yarn, but they are out of my head and on to the page.

For the love of poppies, raspberries, and sunshine

A Saturday filled with poppies and raspberries, the essence of a sweet summer. We forgot to lather on sunscreen but our moods lifted from the vitamin D. Surprisingly, we are home made food for every meal even though we were out most of the day. Fried eggs and coffee for breakfast, a BLT and a pure green juice for a picnic lunch amongst the flowers, and a simple rainbow Swiss chard pasta for supper. These are the days I wish to remember.