Grateful for the epic dream, very romantic, of my reunion with a big crush of my teenage years—Danny Moncheur, of Deer Park Farms in Cuddebackville, NY (a family resort in the mountains). He was the owner’s son and oh-so-glamorous to me. In the dream, he was ridiculously wealthy and terminally ill when we re-met and bonded. Beautiful sad loving dream.
I am grateful for my gratitude practice and for the people who read it.
I am grateful to find other practitioners of gratitude lists. Yay for us! I believe that every drop of gratitude heals and blesses our world.
I am grateful for the food that is growing in my garden. I snipped greens yesterday for the first time. Lettuces, chard, kale, bok choy; still so tiny that they all can be eaten raw. The snap peas and bush beans are growing every day. Hooray for all the rain we’ve been having. I even see more in the forecast for next Tuesday. Yes!
I am grateful for the farmer’s markets and the proliferation of amazing fresh food. I love living in the bay area.
I am grateful for the shoes that fit me and that allow me to walk and move through my life with ease.
I am grateful for my loving friends.
I am grateful that I am actually piecing together the sweater that I’ve been working on since December! With ripping and reknitting, it feels like I knit it twice!
I am grateful for love and presence and patience and perseverance and gratitude and generosity and goodwill.
Life is good and I am blessed!
