I am grateful for the air we breathe. The sun that shines on my pale skin. I am grateful for the laughter that fills the air, when you hear someone laugh so hard their belly jiggles. I am grateful for the good and bad times. They always taught me lessons and make me feel emotions. At times I never knew I had. I am grateful for the rainy days. A reminder to slow down at times and listen to the raindrops. I am grateful for the thunder. I always hear the pitter patter of my sons feet after. I am grateful for life itself. How a woman can create such life within her .with the courage to bring it to life. I am grateful for love. A hand held within mine. I am grateful for a tender kiss. Chapstick. especially in the cold months. I am grateful for the days and the nights I spend with loved ones and strangers about. I am grateful for all my luxieries and all the simplicities . The clothes on my families bodies. The hot water on a bright early morning shower. I am grateful for the earth. The sky . All being about. I am grateful for the seasons . I am grateful for everything and then some. For I am grateful for just being.
I want to take in my sunrises. To be still in the moment of non chaos . Silence and enjoy the moment of awaking the earth. The sun on the blossoming flowers. The awakening of the man opening the small coffee shop on the corner. I want to wander within nature and watch it awaken. See a bird fly for the first time. Watch it leave its nest. Enjoy the silence of the morning noises. The birds chirping near by. The rabbits hooping about. I want to take in the morning silence .
Kristina,
ReplyDeleteGreat journal this week. I can feel the gratitude emit itself from each line and phrase that you ran through here. The gratitude is strong, and I can feel it from just reading your post.
I also like your images and videos. That Louis Armstrong song will always have a place in my heart - one of my professors in college sang it to the class on 9/12/2001. It was a huge moment for me and a great example of keeping a peaceful mind in times of chaos and fear.
I also like the little picture of the Duomo in Florence at the end of your post - with the bicycle in the sun. Florence is one of my favorite places - very fun, very romantic, very Italian.
This is great writing. I like the flow of it - the spontaneity. Chapstick? That's perfect! That's one of those random little things that we absolutely take for granted, and I'm glad that you found it in your flow.
My only concern is that you didn't write the haikus that are supposed to accompany this post - this week's poems.
What happened to them? Did you forget?
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