Bright Spots | Week Eleven

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As I write, tucked up in bed on a breezy Tuesday morning, there are reports filtering through of explosions in Brussels, casualties perhaps – added, as always now, to the black news that trickles, sometimes shatters, through our Twitter feeds, newspaper headlines and collective consciousness almost daily: wars and civil wars, those who mean us ill, terrible twists of fate, politicians who crave only power, not the greater good, scandal, sorrow. Today’s news, whatever it turns out to be, brings again into focus the need to appreciate each day as its own individual gift more than ever and I find myself feeling especially thankful. This weekend gone one of my best friends from high school was married under skies white like sheets hung out to dry, and there was love everywhere – for the happy couple, among friends and family, as we danced with abandon in the wood-panelled dining hall where they first met. This week was full of so many other bright spots too – an hour spent tugging out weeds and sowing zinnias in our postage-stamp garden, an impromptu living room picnic together, an unexpected and welcomed promotion at work, a note from my favourite Germans, which conjured up golden memories of cycling along the Danube to the riverside farmer’s market each Saturday. I’ll miss my train, should I continue to write, but rest assured this list could go on and on. What are you thankful for?