I’ve started this three times already because Toby, our yellow lab, makes it very clear that he belongs only to Husband, and I’ve wondered if I can express what he means to the rest of us. He’s a one-person kind of dog; he tolerates, and sometimes loves the rest of us, yet he is easy…
Category: gratitude
November Days of Gratitude: RAIN, glorious rain, and a little bit of serenity.
Nothing makes you appreciate the gifts of the universe like having something taken away. Like rain. Live in a drought long enough and rain becomes something sacred, a blessing, a cleansing. Rain is celebrated — loved even. So I was downright giggly when I woke up at 4:00 AM to the sound of rain hitting…
November Days of Gratitude: Pieces of Your Heart
They walk around the world In their torn jeans, wearing flip flops, ponytails and home-done manicures. Not children any longer, their days and dreams grow, take them farther from home. Still, though, a rapid-fire response, fierce protection of any slight, day or night — can trigger out from my spirit, like darts being thrown in…
A Month of Gratitude: Finding that perfect someone who’s blessedly imperfect.
I was 37 when I got married for the first time. The only time. The last time. I had been waiting. Waiting for the perfect guy. Waiting for the perfect time. That I didn’t find him until I was 35 is just the way fate works. It may have taken a long time, but the…
Thanksgiving and a Month of Gratitude: Try it!
Truth be told, Thanksgiving is maybe my favorite holiday. I know it’s based on a myth and a history that makes me cringe — but the holiday I celebrate now, a holiday that marks some time off from work, is a chance for me to center again on gratitude. November gives me a time to…
A Photo a Day: Look to the Children
It’s been a heck of a week. Still reeling from the devastation that’s happening in Puerto Rico — and having just returned from Montana — I woke up on Monday morning to the news of the fires in Sonoma County. At first, I thought, oh yeah, fires . . . it’s that time of the…
Grace and Gratitude.
Last night, just before bed, I opened the back door to see if it had cooled down at all (it hadn’t) and there was a praying mantis on our screen door. They say they’re good luck. This morning, before the sun had come up, out that same door, there were bats everywhere — swooping, dipping,…
Barbara Ganias Comstock 