Every night as I drift into sleep, I spend time with my gratitude. Tonight I thought I would share some here. Despite my writing about grief, my life is good. I have the luxury of these thoughts. My basic needs are more than met. There is food on the table, a roof over my head, love in my home. I am not sitting in the rubble of an aftershock, or warming numbed fingers over a trash can fire. There is more to say here. I am too tired to say it. Here is a portion of tonight’s list:
Chipotle Kale chips – one of my new addictions
My new body vision board
And here – there are no words other than a full heart.