Life is good, isn’t it? Life is so so good. Today I danced around Oxford – the prettiest little town – in the rain, in my new warmest of the warm coat (Oh my! Have you ever had a coat with feathers in? Life changed!) with my true blue best friend. This friend, she is kind and oh so cheerful. She gets on with her life and she always has something to do, a friend to see or a place to be, and she never ever seems to worry. She accepts life will be. Worrying will not change the future nor the past. There is a lesson in that, and I am learning to accept it.
I’m thankful for the gentle purr of a cat beside me, these two cats who have kept me company since I was seven years old, and endured my long sabbaticals away studying and abroad. I am so thankful for my mother, and my sister – two women who inspire me endlessly, and give me hugs exactly when I need them. I’m thankful for empty tube trains and the power of music to comfort, to lift one’s soul. I’m thankful for honesty and solace and the warming power of a bowl of soup. I’m thankful for old friends and new ones, and I’m thankful that there are people who love me even when I’m at my worst.
I’m thankful for a warm bed to sleep in and a place to call home – a place I know I can always come home to, even when it is perhaps not my home any more. And I’m thankful for Christmas trees and piano playing and today, Sunday evening, spent with the dearest neighbours who make me giggle until my stomach hurts. I say it so often, yet I always need reminding – there is so so much to be grateful for. Always let the sunlight in.
P.S. Thank you, too, for your kind & thoughtful comments. They always always make me smile!