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For years now, my nightly routine before the first forkful of dinner, is a round of gratitude. I take a breath and try to remember the good things about the day. Lately (among other things) is that there is no one currently occupying the apartment directly above me, so I’m grateful that it’s quiet. Then I name the people in my circle who are in need of healing or just general divine light, a list that always ends with my dog, Rose, and me. Finally, I say a prayer of thanks for the bounty of food at my table. And after all of that, I feel blessed.
Painting by Michael Dumontier and Neil Farber [1]