Having spent the greater part of my life serving others and trying to fit into, I don't know, their conceptions, or conceptions I had of their ideas of how I should be, I have to say I'm grateful for whatever intelligence and talent have clung to me through it all and sorry that I haven't honoured either but I am trying to rectify that. You all, in the blogosphere, are a big part of this process of coming-into-being...
I'm grateful for the flock of angels who fly with me every day; for feeling as if I can cope, that I am strong; for being able to learn from my experiences in a positive and healthy way; for not being bitter or pessimistic. I'm grateful for my ability to see and feel the world around me; I'm grateful for the brilliance in everything...
And for the delicate smile at the corners of my beautiful daughter's mouth when she tells me she got an almost perfect mark on a major project that she worked for weeks on (she dropped out of school & I ended up homeschooling, so this is good news indeed), the light in her eyes, her delightful petulances, and her laughter and hugs...
And for my gentle and generous son, who's living at his Dad's and who I miss, but who's come through a maelstrom, and who I'm very proud of...
And the soft acceptance of my dog, her soft curly ears, how she's just there, consistently, every day, sweet and huggy, how much fun she is to take for a romp in the park...
I'm grateful for food in the fridge and a roof over my head; grateful for the bounty of the earth and a culture that allows me that; for the inky wash of dawn in the sky and the brightening the sun is bringing to the world. I'm grateful for all the men I've loved; for the beautiful friends I have. I'm grateful to be alive and healthy and brimming with a finally freed creativity; and for all the dark and desperate and lonely times because that enables me to see how fortunate I am to have so much love in my life. I'm grateful for how open my heart is. For how I am not afraid. I'm especially grateful for the coming blessings...
The ability to smile, to laugh. Most of all I'm grateful for love, the ability to love is everything, being loved is everything.
The sky is washed with clear light, it's going to be another stunningly beautiful day.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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Amen to that, Brenda, and all your readers are grateful for you. Thanks for sharing the spirit of Thanksgiving with those of us down here.
ReplyDeleteWhy, thank you, Richard. You always say such wonderful things... I am very glad to be part of this community. xo
ReplyDeleteHow nice to read this after the big feast! It is so easy to remember and be thankful on designated days. As we should be. But...thanks Brenda for the touching post. Wake up calls! How wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThanks for continuing to share in this virtual and etheral community of souls. Us little electrons have finally found a place to play. Thanks again.
And thank you to you too, lhombre, for being there, another set of photons to play with! -:) xo
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