I'm grateful for these
Thursday, June 25th, 2015 10:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jesse_the_kI've been filtering my regular gratitude posts, but felt like putting this one out to the wild world. Visit this post if you'd like to read all of my gratitude practice.
An imperious cardinal climbing to the very highest wire in the meadow by my house, confident his raucous complaints will make me leave. I do move on; he's happy; another slice of my world is rubricated.
Pain management skills are commutable. After I acknowledge that all people suffer (including me), after I rage about the new symptoms, I can apply my existing techniques to deal.
Canned white anchovies in olive oil with lime juice, fresh dill and mint. And smelt tonight! Hooray for tiny fish.
I can savor my past adventures like the best books. The inner/outer normate bigot often defines no can longer do as tragic proof of a failed human. But I've moved on; we all move on; it's still lovable/valid/useful even when short-lived or time-limited. I will always have The Dispossessed in my brain and heart, and how it changed my understanding of promises, politics, and human frailty. I can reread and re-experience the woman who thrilled at engineering; dove deep into type's history and present; taught myself how to be my best teacher; sang at home and on stages; and much more.
Free public libraries are evidence of humanity's best wisdom. So many ideas! such beauty! helpful people! tools for the future!
An imperious cardinal climbing to the very highest wire in the meadow by my house, confident his raucous complaints will make me leave. I do move on; he's happy; another slice of my world is rubricated.
Pain management skills are commutable. After I acknowledge that all people suffer (including me), after I rage about the new symptoms, I can apply my existing techniques to deal.
Canned white anchovies in olive oil with lime juice, fresh dill and mint. And smelt tonight! Hooray for tiny fish.
I can savor my past adventures like the best books. The inner/outer normate bigot often defines no can longer do as tragic proof of a failed human. But I've moved on; we all move on; it's still lovable/valid/useful even when short-lived or time-limited. I will always have The Dispossessed in my brain and heart, and how it changed my understanding of promises, politics, and human frailty. I can reread and re-experience the woman who thrilled at engineering; dove deep into type's history and present; taught myself how to be my best teacher; sang at home and on stages; and much more.
Free public libraries are evidence of humanity's best wisdom. So many ideas! such beauty! helpful people! tools for the future!