Grateful…grateful…grateful…~to be alive
on this magnificent work of art;
the beauty on this planet
…especially the one deep inside me.
~That I’m not alone.
That I’ll never, under any circumstance,
be truly alone.
Yet I can relish nourishing solitude.
~for rainy days when my paints and pens tumble onto the table
like happy puppies.
~for the hard stuff
….the uncomfortable, irritating,
frustrating, nerve-wracking and even heart-breaking bits.
(renovation is stressful but so worth the hassle)
~for hot baths and dove soap.
~for the medical arts and creative healers who care and serve.
….dark, creamy, hot,
hugging nuts and dried fruits,
pudding’d, pie’d, baked into cakes,
whipped into frostings,
chunked into cookies and scones.
I’m a fan:)
~for the joyful energy, laughter and clamor
of family gathered together
and for the soft hush that fills the house
when it goes quiet and still again.
~that I can see December from here.
Hello you beautiful last month of the year!
Suddenly my knees are less rubbery
and I can see the twinkle lights
and the end of the tunnel.