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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 [1]