Gratitude Attitude
I stand, or I sit
or walk
I rest, or wait
or work
And doing, or not
I give thanks
for being here, or there
my thoughts my own, my body alive, my heart curious
about the morrow.
I stand, or I sit
or walk
I rest, or wait
or work
And doing, or not
I give thanks
for being here, or there
my thoughts my own, my body alive, my heart curious
about the morrow.
Wind, rain, cold. We have it all, here in beautiful rural western washington…
We experienced a power surge this morning when a transformer down the road blew. The major items were spared, but the router for our LAN was toasted. One child chose to go play at a friend’s house and spend the night, though they were totally without power. The other is home, and was content to read and talk with us.
Good thing, too. We worked through some difficulties from earlier in the week. And had a good time.
And it is wet. It is dark. It is cold. I must admit, it is worth it. The clouds parted briefly tonight, and the stars that we could see were brilliant. Clear, fresh, untouched — unsullied — by man’s needs and hopes and fears and works. A reminder of how small is the world we inhabit.
And we are, obviously, back online.
Just of the “Stid” part of the family — my parents-in-law, my spouse, our children. I was taking the picture, so I am there “in spirit.” It was taken as we were leaving the first SOGO concert (see “Student Orchestras” link in the sidebar) of the year.
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