The color blue. All shades. Paired with olive green.

My fingers threaded through big soft curls.

Resting my chin on the top of my oldest son’s head. (He’s that tall now.)

Being underwater where it feels both like being held and flying.

The sun on my face with my eyes closed.

A chrysalis threaded with gold.

Fractals.

Gratitude is the simplest way to restore our sight. To notice, to pause, to choose...a better way to live.

This week, above all else, above turkeys and pumpkin pies, above grandma’s cornbread stuffing updated with craisins, above avoiding topics at family dinners, above mythologized relations between Native Americans and colonists, is a chance to practice thankfulness.

A wise man I know once said a gratitude journal, the simple art of writing 5 things a day you are grateful for, can transform your life. I’m leaving the comments open on this blog post in hopes that you will add your own to this list.

So much love. To all of you.