Gratitude.

In these sweet days of spring, there is so much to be thankful for in this little life.

I believe in synchronicity. I believe in kindness. I believe in silliness. I believe in life.

A short list of things I am grateful for: Home, both physical and psychological.

Music, company for all of life's feeling and adventures. Words, wonderful magical

letters that hold hands and form strings of delight. Hope, a lightness and buoyancy

to return to more often than not. Laughter, please do not let me ever live without it.

Ones to love, thank you, thank you, thank you. I'm better for having felt it.

Thank you universe, you've been awfully good to this girl as of late.

Hands.

On this Solstice morning, I am thinking about hands and holding.

I remember in my youth, my mama kissing the dimples on my knuckles,

and I remember the day when she realized I didn't have them anymore

and the sadness of that kind of growing up but also the importance.

I could pick all of my family and friends hands out in a line up, no problem.

I love looking at their hands, the strength and tenderness, the scars,

the dirty fingernails, the grace, the wrinkles, the wear, the life.

We hold things, we hold onto things.

We support each other, we caress each other.

We do good work with these hands.

So this morning, as the light returns, 

I would like to express some deep gratitude.

Thank you dear ones, for the holding.

Thank you for your good work in the world.

Thank you for being flawed and perfect all at once.