DAY TWENTY: This guy is still sprouting. It’s a little like watching children grow, seeing the small yet perceptible changes at the end of each day. In the right conditions, life goes on.
24 Days of Gratefulness: Day Nineteen
DAY NINETEEN: A hot cup of coffee, dreaming of Paris
24 Days of Gratefulness: Day Eighteen
DAY EIGHTEEN: I’m so grateful for poetry collections. These are a few that fill my days with love, anger, sadness, joy—all the emotions that make us human—and help me reflect on the beauty and pain of life. (Basho: On Love and Barley; Sharon Olds: Stag’s Leap; Kim Addonizio: Tell Me)
24 Days of Gratefulness: Day Seventeen
DAY SEVENTEEN: It’s a small thing, but I’m grateful for each morning that arrives because there was a time when I didn’t know if I would survive another day. Losing hope was one of the darkest moments in my life, while finding it again was one of the brightest. It was a gradual process, taking many years to finally feel like myself again, but I’m here, and I’m happy that I am, and that is enough.
24 Days of Gratefulness: Day 16
DAY SIXTEEN: We’re about halfway through December, and today I’m feeling weary, yet grateful, this beast of a year is nearly over. Goodbye 2020, you have been abominable.
24 Days of Gratefulness: Day Fifteen
DAY FIFTEEN: Today I’m grateful for friendships that have endured the test of time. Even when the flames burn low, the bonds remain and need very little kindling to burn bright once again. Cheers to friendships that don’t burn out. 🥂
24 Days of Gratefulness: Day Fourteen
DAY FOURTEEN: The deep, dark tones resonating from Yo-yo Ma’s cello suppress the silence, the loneliness, of another lockdown, and I am grateful for his mastery.
24 Days of Gratefulness: Day Thirteen
DAY THIRTEEN: Window shopping with a friend. Christmas is coming.
24 Days of Gratefulness: Day Twelve
DAY TWELVE: Beauty captured in afternoon sunlight
24 Days of Gratefulness: Day Eleven
DAY ELEVEN: I’m grateful for the quiet moments in life. Time alone to ponder and reflect.