I’ve been thinking recently about gratitude. In particular, I’ve been pondering what gratitude feels like, how we express it, what it means to be grateful. Initially, I planned to write some profound thoughts. In a year absolutely packed with grief, sorrow, anxiety, and hope, thoughts are plentiful, if not actually profound. The ability to write them down is oddly absent. As such, in place of those pithy thoughts, I have made a list (who doesn’t love a list?!).
I am filled with joyous gratitude for:
- My family and friends, biological and found
- Healthcare workers in all their various and lovely forms
- Butter toffee cashews
- High-top converse
- My 90-something neighbors
- Being able to compliment others
- Sunny days, warm and cold
- Hugs
- Fall leaves
- Spring blooms
- Dogs
- Cats
- Richard Armitage’s voice
- The rest of Richard Armitage
- Whoever wrote Hot Frosty
- Time spent beside a crackling fire
- Laughing until my sides hurt and my eyes are wet
- Walking
- Noah Kahan
- Acorns
- Hummingbirds
- Corny tshirts
- Yoga with Adriene
- Crochet
- Community
- The coffee shop
- Writers
- Books
- Homemade cookies
- The neighborhood fox
- Homemade hot cocoa with fresh whipped cream
What’s on your list?
Much love.
oh, I just love this list, Deb. I’m currently in a transitional care facility after having shattered my leg. I am now trying out a wholly reconstructed hip and femur. (I’m literally on my last leg 😂😂) I’m doing well in recovery. I am walking—haltingly—with a walker, the future somewhat unknown. It all depends on how I heal. But…so many beautiful moments have come from this life-changing event. Too many to recount here. They involve the beauty of friends, family, and strangers, and the quietness that descends like a blanket around our hearts as fear arcs towards acceptance, and peace reveals itself in glimpses and whispers. I love your list.
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What an awesome list! You hit most of mine. Much love💚
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