Gratitude
Despite the fatigue and pain in my body, despite the washing machine and the dishwasher being broken, despite the state of our country and the earth, I felt flooded with gratitude this morning as I took Claire to art camp for the day. I’m grateful for:
- coffee, brewed strong and black
- friends with kids who are willing to help fetch each other’s kids and take them places (it takes a village)
- my husband’s reliability and humor
- my daughter, who works so hard to find her way these days
- the means to afford the repair bills, the art camp, the groceries
- the spirit of animals, a chance to connect with pure consciousness
- political resistance and the freedom to act
- a chance to cherish life and death, creation, destruction, and renewal
- all the mysteries of existence, the unanswered questions, and the chance to sit with not knowing
