For what little peace there is in the world I am grateful for courage and hope and love I am grateful for daffodils on the first of March I am grateful for little more than enough I am grateful for lost souls and steady friends and sweethearts and angels in disguise I am grateful
folding hands into origami of thankfulness and praise
tattered cloth lifts in spring breezes masked
by the long solitary path of twelve calendar pages crowded
by every woman and man, pursuing
a future once certain, then not, now, hopeful
greening again in the eyes of every child
grant us grace I wake on a rain soaked Sunday morning november has come calling and with it time change and falling back into a sweeter time sweeter than I have ever held windfalls of mercy I scoop up by the arm loads graceless and grateful
Blessings of the Day
It’s quiet,
just the creaking of the old house
in the cold wind.
The kitchen is warm,
filling with the satisfying scent
of cornbread baking
and pumpkin spiced with cinnamon and ginger
and just a hint of clove,
ready to meet the oven.
The furnace clicks on
masking the white noise of the monitor
as she sleeps through another episode of Law and Order.
After dark, he will come in from work, tired and dirty,
but ready to make a pecan pie, his specialty.
And then,
as the moon rises,
a beloved child will be here
with husband and new baby in tow
(he of the most definite dark hair and happy countenance).
Tomorrow, we will cook and laugh
and welcome friends
and tell stories
and feast
on love.
I have too many blessings to count.
*** Happy Thanksgiving to all those celebrating in the U.S. And to all my Dear Readers, my friends, thank you for your continued friendship and thoughtful reading of my writing. You are all blessings in my life.
Well, it has been a week of worry and long days and short nights, but Mom is better. She broke her leg a week ago Friday. Brought her home that night and everything seemed okay—
Then she reacted to the pain medication and we almost lost her.
She lost her way for a while, but is slowly finding her path back home. It was a heartbreaking day on Sunday, when she didn’t know who or where she was or who I was – particularly heartbreaking to see her so confused.
I believe sometime on Tuesday, she chose to stay with us and each day she has gained a tiny bit of herself back.
Still very weak and of course with a big heavy cast on her left leg, she can’t move without help. We are looking for someone to stay with her during the day while I am at work. And due to being at the end of the earth here in the Ozarks, it is hard to find folks willing to drive all this way.
But I remind myself, it has only been a week – so each day more and more will fall into place until finally we are back to a regular old normal day to day routine.
We are so grateful for your kind thoughts and prayers – each one has been a bright candle in our dark days. Please continue to shine your light –
Love
K
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