I am grateful for pink skies at dawn, the relentless rhythms of the sea, and new beginnings.
I am grateful for us. You and I committed to each other on NYE midway through the 17th hour, leaning into the New Year, and our adventure, exploring life on terms we defined and living first for one another. Tonight we will raise glasses and toast this milestone of time, our anniversary and the knowledge that we would both do it again.
I am grateful for the time to pursue my interests, to consider my curiosity an insistent companion and provocateur, tempting me to push further, dance around obstacles, remove impediments, and humble myself.
I am grateful to live in California, to realize the dream upon which we embarked nearly twenty years ago, to relish its natural endowments and immense beauty.
I am grateful to be a witness to the lives of my friend's children, to share in their joys and triumphs, especially savoring the simple cadence of their days, the humans they are, and the development of a friendship of our own.
I am grateful for photography and the lesson of seeing differently, of transcendent awareness, more significant presence, of looking up and around to find wonder and joy.
I am grateful for friends who make this journey with me, who watch me falter yet still to choose to encourage me, who believe in my possibilities, who keep me focused on the essential things, who teach me, share in life's joys and sorrows, and help me every day to be better.
Tucked over behind the electric grid, underneath the bridge that would take you from downtown Dallas to Kessler, was a curio shop brimming with trinkets. The second room to the left, after entering the store, was chock full of vintage Christmas ornaments grouped beautifully by color. I remember an entire table of eggshell blue ornaments on one side of the room, and on the other, a display of dusty pinks and gold, and that precise moment when that became one of my favorite color combinations. I spent hours wandering the shop and more hours picking through the holiday treasures of that little room.
Those small windows of time that go unnoticed in the overall flurry of a day; the ones that seem to happen between that which I should do and that which I want to do, between that which is expected and that which is not. I find these pockets are where, if I am aware and present, the universe tends to me. It is where the lightness of life resides - where kindness appears like the sunburst that shines for just a moment through the smallest window of my room.