String of failures. Yes, grateful for failures big and small. They can be the source of great inspiration and movement. They can be necessary, creative, generative, expansive. Thank you Vincent van Gogh for your words and your example.
Little. And less. (And the joy of less). Grateful. Thank you Fernando Pessoa.
Stars. Grateful. Thank you Haruki Murakami.
Atoms. And the myriad and beautiful ways they are put together. Thank you, Carl Sagan. Grateful.
A mind that is still. Grateful for a steady, equanimous mind that sees clearly– especially when things within me feel confused, turbulent or bumpy. With deep gratitude (again) to Lao Tzu.
Influence of the earth. Grateful for so many miraculous experiences of nature and life on this planet. Everyday. And for Henry David Thoreau (again and again).
Mothers, moms, mamas, mums. Grateful for the love, the care, the details, the attention. And yes, the walks and silliness, too. Love and blessings. Today and everyday. (Thank you Kurt Vonnegut, again).
Morning and evening. Open and close. Rise and Fall. Yin and Yang. Grateful for all that arises and changes. And for the steady, watchful William Stafford.
Eyes. Through the chaos and the quiet, there is seeing, sensing, being. There is light in the eyes. Grateful. Yes, John O’Donohue.
The ineffable. Grateful. (no words). Thank you Abraham Joshua Heschel.
Think. Grateful for the potential of wise thoughts and skillful thinking. Kind thoughts all day long = more kindness in the world. Thank you Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Catch the wind. Another inspiring lyric from Heather Maloney. Flutter by day. Flutter by night. Oh it doesn’t matter. Just catch the wind and go. Yes, grateful for a little wind and flutter each day.
Solitude. (Again). The gift of solitude is worthy of gratitude multiple times this year. A carved out time, a way of observing, a home we carry, a room-of-our-own. Again and again. Thank you Rainer Maria Rilke. Grateful, indeed.
Slow. Yes, back to slow, back to watching, back to one step at a time. Nature is many things. It is slow and fast and chaotic and rhythmic. Tonight I am grateful for it’s slowness and it’s circles. And May Sarton.