The gift of life
Being in good health at seventy-six
Paul and every one of my family and friends, each with their own gift
being alive, awake, aware and relatively perceptive
a warm home with three good cats for affection and entertainment
clean, potable running water and a working water heater
for being able to feel the span of my emotions and not have to hide
for a myriad of tactile sensations
• the smell of coffee brewing, cookies baking, peppers or garlic roasting, wood-smoke, incense burning—many scents
the taste of honey, Saigon cinnamon, of spicy chips and cilantro to vanilla yogurt
• sound of Paul’s breathing beside me in the night and the purr of Skittery Squeak. Water running, fire crackling, leaves clapping their hands, laughter,
• the sound of someone whistling or humming, the music of life
the glory and diversity of color in things, in passing rainbows, through prisms
innate knowing and intuition
being Present, aware and mindful
knowing I can change and be changed
realization of being a fine thread (with a few knots) in the weaving of the Tapestry of Wholeness
• for the unrelenting, compassionate love of Creator
for these blessings and countless more, I give thanks and am grateful
May each of us be richly blessed according to our needs.
Namaste!