Gratitude

Sitting here with my coffee, reading your poem of benefaction, "before the world remembers my name" (what a gorgeous line!)

I cherish my weekend mornings on the deck. It's become a sanctuary of sorts. Thank you for being present here, Kris. I appreciate it.

These words so struck me: For hands that shaped me,

even those that bruised.

Pain taught me tenderness,

the fire I walked through

taught me not to burn those

I hold close.

That was a difficult line to put together, and it came about when reflecting on my father's life, and his father, and so on and so forth. I chose tenderness instead. Thank you, Jenine. 🙏🏼

A benediction. Thank you, Sam!

Thank you for being present here, Nora! 🙏🏼

Beautiful as always, Sam. Another gem Elaine (Heveron) and I will carry with us through the day.

thank you, Louis. My deepest appreciation. 🙏🏼

'Gratitude' sums up exactly how I feel in many days of my life - a deep thankfulness for seemingly small, often overlooked, things.

Indeed, Lizzie. Sometimes we have to look for it, and it's often found in the small and simple things.

as always, a thoughtful poem worth reading again and again

Thank you, Jenna! 🙏🏼

Thank you, Sam. This poem is rich with the ways we all need to take care of ourselves, especially as we leave so much of our deepest selves out there for those who may find it. It's so good of you to show a tender path to healing and reaching out.

Thank you, Elaine. I appreciate your presence here. 🙏🏼

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