This is the story of an ordinary woman's life in the slow lane. One of my heroes was Erma Bombeck and I always thought I'd write a book like her. I decided to write this blog instead. It is meant as much as a diary for myself as it is a soundboard to the world for every little thing that is in my head. When you read it make sure you hear my sarcastic Chicago accent. Hope I make you laugh, cry and everything in between.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Thanksgiving 2011: Gratitude 101
Grateful for the inbreath. Grateful for the pause at the end of the outbreath. Grateful I have a home, not just brick and mortar. Grateful for family, near and far, grateful for friends, wherever they are. Greatful for this heart, full of sparkly light. Greatful for God's handiwork, full blown autumn's colors. Grateful for the generations before me that planted those trees. Grateful for tradition, food and drink. Greateful for every sorrow I've ever endured. Grateful for today. This moment. Here. Now. Stillness of 11:47 pm. Not even cats purring. Grateful for crisp clean sheets. Grateful for Sleep.
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Grateful for you Ms Spawkles
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