Felt. Grateful when writers and poets bring us to the felt experience through their writing. This post is dedicated to Helen Keller and Langston Hughes (upon whom this portrait was based). Both writers and deep feelers. Grateful.
Eyes. Through the chaos and the quiet, there is seeing, sensing, being. There is light in the eyes. Grateful. Yes, John O’Donohue.
Poetry. Grateful for poems and poets, their words and their wisdom, the rhythm, the riot, risk and quiet. Glad for this reminder from Lawrence Ferlinghetti.
Miracles. Indeed, the knowing itself is a miracle. Grateful for hummingbirds and wings, for feet and roots, for sky and sea. All of it.
Senses. So very grateful for taste, touch, smell, sight, sound. And for the beauty of sharing food, wine, wonders, and winter with a table-full of friends.
Petal by Petal. Grateful for the process of opening slowly. Layer by layer. From the inside out. So I can feel and know and simply BE.
I’m Nobody. Something so deeply refreshing about letting go of all the daily human effort to be a somebody, doing something. Words, actions, fashion, beliefs, books, politics. It’s never-ending. Grateful for this reminder from the ever-wise Emily.