Daily gratitudes: (and it’s a tough day for gratitudes)
- Loving my friends regardless of our differences
- My creek
- Breaking down boxes (literally)
- A rare cup of cocoa
- George Carlin
Daily gratitudes:
- Lemon water
- Curious cats
- Continued unpacking
- Sunrises
- Kitchen mornings
Daily gratitudes:
- Fighting depression and winning
- Soaking up afternoon sun
- Voting
- Hummingbirds
- Seed catalogs
Daily gratitudes:
- A decent night’s sleep
- A lap cat
- Pecans
- War paint
- Birdsong
Daily gratitudes:
- Sleeping in
- A cool day
- MKL
- Hammocks
- Choosing my next book to read
Daily gratitudes:
- A day at the Retreat
- The chile thermometer
- A new hummingbird feeder
- Music
- Sunshine
Daily gratitudes:
- Poignancy
- Grief shared
- Our 7th anniversary
- Wild turkeys
- Trying to help save a life
Daily gratitudes:
- MKL’s birthday
- Cool evenings
- Clouds
- A successful trip to town
- Quirky prayers over pancakes
I’ve gone quiet. But I’m okay. It’s been a month of more losses for people I love. It’s been hot and dry, even here in the Wet Mountains. The Cozy House has been scraped to nothing, though I haven’t been back yet to see the nothingness. They did not tell me before they did it, as they were supposed to, so I didn’t have the chance to be there. I hadn’t decided if it would be good for me or not. And then they made the decision for me. We’re coming up on six months and some days, some thoughts, the pain of the loss is unbearable and other times, I forget that it’s real. I’m sure I’ll feel like writing about that soon.
But for now, I feel like sharing images, so I’ll share some from last month’s (kind of a shitshow) trip to lovely Albuquerque.
Daily gratitudes (I need to keep doing these):
- A cooler day
- Snuggly Pharaoh
- Minor indulgences
- Work
- Sunlight
The Uvalde Massacre has broken my heart. It’s been 20 years since the Columbine Massacre and nothing has changed. Not in protecting our children, not in sensible gun control, not in police practices in these unthinkable scenarios, not in politicians’ responses. I thought that somehow Sandy Hook would have been a catalyst. Then I thought that Parkland would have been a catalyst. What’s the saying? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me? I won’t waste my spirit thinking that Uvalde will be a catalyst. Our society is so broken, so irrational, so angry, and so polarized that we are sunk in an impenetrable fog and cannot see our way out. At least I can’t. I still have faith. I’m just not sure what I have faith in right now.
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