Grateful for Dogs?
Would I risk everything for a birthing woman? I have and I will. But not for random shit that's hitting a fan that we ourselves turned on.
Today, I am grateful for Dogs.
Monochrome Granny and Colorful Granny
I'm seeking that colorful room, there where there's a woodstove that I can cook on, and flowers from the garden, and warm cakes, and children laughing, and stars in the sky, and pancakes in the morning, and a cat, and a dog, and ducks, and cups of tea, and a necklace made of wooden beads, and petals, and snails, and I know I'm home.
Chasing Compassion
Maybe I'm just going batty in my crone years, but I'm mostly grateful for everything. I'm finding it's just not worth it to be angry or to hold a grudge or to feel resentment or to want revenge. I'd rather head into the countryside and go for a long, long run, and feel the fresh air around me and feel grateful to be alive.
