thankful for who i married, thankful to look out my window and see hundred old brownstones, thankful to have flights booked to see my family in three weeks, thankful for music, thankful for friends who never let miles matter.
i've started this little ritual with myself: while my darling husband dreams and dreams, i rise with the songbirds at the six o'clock hour and put the coffee on and perch in my window and write and write. i write in whatever way feeds me that particular morning. the point is: noticing my life. noticing the things that make me feel as though god is aware of me. noticing my blessings. counting them. calling them by name.