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. 🥂
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.
DAY THIRTEEN: Window shopping with a friend. Christmas is coming.
DAY TWELVE: Beauty captured in afternoon sunlight
DAY ELEVEN: I’m grateful for the quiet moments in life. Time alone to ponder and reflect.
DAY TEN: Today I’m grateful for good friends, especially when they lead you to secret gardens.
The British Library reopened this week. It feels like a ghost town inside, but I’m grateful its doors are open.
DAY EIGHT: Ducks, geese, and seagulls in Regent’s Park just doing their own thing. I’m grateful for the many creatures that grace our world, watching them is one of my simple human pleasures.
DAY SEVEN: Rebirth from what I thought was a dead plant. I didn’t inherit my mother’s green thumb, so a lot of my plants end their lives no matter what I do. But this plant surprised me and came back! I’m grateful for small miracles, little reminders that, sometimes, we just need a little time to find our way before we can thrive again.
DAY SIX: I’m grateful scientists around the world have created a vaccine to help end the pandemic. 2021 looks like a promising year.
Mary Lynn Bracht 