I am grateful my kid saved his blackberry pie in the fridge all week… that he has this habit of trying to save any food that someone special gives him. I am glad he is not here right now to catch me eating it.

I am grateful my neighbour that made the pie accepted another bowl of berries today and that picking that big silver bowl of dark purple berries was the most meditative thing I did today… even though I also did a meditation.

I am grateful to be following the wild rise of Angel Quintana’s cosmology of the new earth. I am grateful for how many permissions I receive and how what I might call work is clicking into place.

I am grateful for phone call from my brother yesterday telling me that my dad has stood up and written at least one word. I am grateful i do not ask questions anymore because I am not willing to be in a fight. I am grateful for this news after many weeks of having no idea how he was doing and then finding out on Facebook via an aunt who was visiting him in rehab when the last I’d heard he was going to die.

I’m grateful to be on our own private journeys, but that we are also sharing so intensely.

I’m grateful to have woken up to a missed call from my brother and to have returned his call before anything else only to find out there was nothing more, he just thought I called him, but I was sleeping… and so we wished each other a good day … and it felt like we meant it.

I’m grateful for feeling uncomfortable with myself today as I stayed on my property by myself and just floated among my…