I’m grateful I’m grateful I’m grateful. Even when I don’t wanna be generous I’m trained to be generous. Someday someday I will be freer and kinder and more loving; for now I will take what I have been gifted with—the ability to give of my time treasure and talents, even when the giving is accompanied with a chip on my shoulder. Imperfect. That’s me.
I’m grateful for patience, when I can find it. For patience with my sister and my father. Wow that I have any at all. Something on which to build.
I’m grateful for celebrating dad’s 84th birthday. And for Rose and Gus and Matt and Anna all being there with us.
I’m grateful for the lovely woman my Rose is.
I’m grateful for feeling so good tonight. After meeting with the herbalist and starting on this new medicine, I feel much better than last night. A good start! I like the idea of my medicine being made from mostly local, mostly wildcrafted herbs. Resonates with me.
I’m grateful for doing Monday morning’s grats tonight. I have a big day tomorrow and I am taking care of one task now.
I’m grateful for dancing last night. After cleaning my gas grill and my oven—what an accomplishment; hard work.
I’m grateful for the deepening and broadening of the work my coven is doing. This is a very good fit for me.
I am blessed. Life is lovely. And so it is.
