These days in the new America are so disorienting. Whenever I start to get my bearings, there’s another bit of news that sends me reeling again. With that in mind, a practice of gratitude is more grounding than ever. Each evening, I review the good stuff, e.g.
1. I live in a quiet apartment with little noise from the neighbors above and below me.
2. My almost 12-year old dog still gallops down the hallway when I say, “who wants a treat?”
3. On Sunday, I made a big pot of pasta e fagioli soup, timed for the recent L.A. chilly weather. It’s even better the next day.
4. Bananas.
What’s good about your day?
“Embroidered graffiti” by Sarah Greaves
I have friends, family, and food. The 3 F’s! My bunny is healthy and happy. I don’t bother reading too much news. I’m grateful that any hatred and resentment building up in this country will come to the surface so it can be lanced like a boil. It was just under the surface and hidden from plain sight before.
Happy for your 3 F’s. And I can’t wait for that boil to be lanced.
A hot bath with bath salts and a glass of red wine. A sanctuary for the soul!
I’m ready for that tonight.