Sunny days and cool breezes,
Grey, white clouds shape shifting across a bright blue sky
Translucent yellow leaves falling and fallen – bouncing giddy down the street.
…because I live in a beautiful corner of the world.
Children, big and small, laughing outside on a dark evening, frolicking in a single beam motorcycle spotlight, jumping in a pile of leaves expressly created for that purpose
Knowing that the squealy noise from downstairs is coming from my son who is computer racing with his dad
Watching my daughters hula hooping in the backyard, with fall leaves about their feet, listening to their favourite music while chatting together, close as thieves
…because I have been blessed to make and be family with lovely people.
Ambrosia apples and thoughts of pumpkin pie
Following music chains within Spotify and discovering new favourites
Cool hands wrapped round a warm mug of tea
Toes tucked under his legs to warm up.
…because I have a rich life with great love.
Today is our Thanksgiving – and it is a quiet, grey, at home, reflective kind of a day. I am very mindful that my life is a cornucopia of blessing and all kinds of good things. In my plenty, I am privileged and perhaps spoilt. I am reminded all are not so fortunate. It is an uncomfortable, lopsided kind of feeling and again I ask, Lord – show me the way through the eye of the needle.