B is for BREATH. So many ways to notice and experience the breath. Grateful.
A is for AND. Grateful for words that are inclusive, that bring us together.
Spoon. Grateful when I can be conscious of my impact on the environment. In both small and big ways.
The art of working. Oh this is a practice. Yes, grateful.
Equanimity. Yes. Grateful.
Tiny Miracle. Right there on my plate. Grateful.
Wish them well. Yep. It’s a practice. Grateful.
Just keep going. An update and re-make of a previous post. This one is worth repeating. To feel. Yes. And keep moving. Grateful. Thank you, again and again, Rainer Maria Rilke.
Generosity. It opens the heart. Grateful.
Mornings. We wake up to one each day. Grateful.
Baking. Of all kinds. Sweet and savory. So very grateful.
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.
All creatures. Great and small. Known and unknown. Seen and Unseen. Grateful.
Family. Grateful. (With special thanks to Deb Polansky and her daughter Talia Putnoi who inspired this post).
The pace of observation. Traveling. Moving. Being. Grateful.
Lake swimming. (yes). So very grateful.
Being who you truly are. YES. And supporting others in this, too. Grateful.
Apples. ‘Tis the season here in New England. Grateful.
Bowl of soup. Yes. Grateful.
Loving presence. We do have a choice about what we bring to life. Wise reminder. So. Very. Grateful. (Thank you to my wise and wonderful friend Rebecca Kushins).