Notes on gratitude 

This morning, I put my hand out into the sunlight. I watched the way the golden light touched my hand with the gentlest of fingers and I wonder at the softness in my throat. I looked around me and the film-haze has finally lifted from my eyes and I see again with clarity and I am taken aback by the world my feet are planted in. I had forgotten that the way the sunlight sets trees ablaze with light and turns leaves golden-green takes my breath away.

Last week, I ate dark indigo blueberries and big and bright oranges. I tasted the wondrous blueberry sweetness and the marvellous zesty orangeness that flood my tongue and I looked at the way indigo-purple looks against lively orange I think these may be my favorite colors.

Today, my mind lies tranquil like a still, deep mirror-pool reflecting the clear summer sky, and thoughts drop in like pebbles and cause gentle ripple-wave after ripple-wave.