“Happiness is itself a kind of gratitude.”(Joseph Wood Krutch)
It made me happy
today to go outside into the warm November sun and sit in a garden of rosemary,
of gray stone and of thyme, my feet up on the wooden bench in favorite purple
shoes, to read over what I had written over the weekend. An hour in a day, a moment in a life, the
tremendous blessing of being what I am at best.
In quiet, in stillness, in dappled sunlight with green things around me
and words playing through my head where music has recently been and will be
again.
How could I be more
grateful than this?
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