Gratitude Sunday: A Lost Day

Gratitude * Sunday
Sunday’s heartfelt tradition.
A time to slow down, to reflect, to be grateful.
A list of gratitudes, our gratefulness feeds one another.
Quoted from Taryn Wilson
Joining the Gratitude Sunday Tradition at Wooly Moss Roots.


Sunday Haiku
Gray sky, grayed brain, thoughts
thick enough to cut with leaves
falling from branches.

Sunday Musings
Sunday Musings went to bed with a migraine today. Musing again next week.


Color Watch – colorful attractions in my neighborhoods this week – I blatantly stole this picture a friend posted on social media, at first glance I thought she was standing in apple slices, but this is the glorious color of fallen leaves in Oregon. Red boots worn by the photographer, both gloriously Oregon.


Currently Reading – Rising Above the Toxic Workplace: Taking Care of Yourself in an Unhealthy Environment (2014, stress psychology) by Gary Chapman; Back to Life: Getting Past Your Past with Resilience, Strength, and Optimism (2011, trauma psychology) by Alicia Salzar; The Tapping Solution: A Revolutionary System for Stress-Free Living (2014, psychology) by Nick Ortner; The Narcissism Epidemic: Living in the Age of Entitlement (2009, psychology) by Jean M Twenge and W Keith Campbell. Yes, concurrently. Funny, unintentional theme this week.

This week I have been grateful for:

  • Birds singing as they eat the last of my grapes.
  • The same little birds singing and playing and splashing in the water in the mud puddle near the grapes. Did they get sticky from the fruit?
  • Watching a squirrel festival underneath the neighbor’s walnut tree.
  • Knowing it isn’t Thanksgiving yet and turning on my lights in the window. They make me feel cheery.
  • The brain not exploding from the latest migraine.
  • Ancestors.
  • My daddy whose birthday would have been last week, and my nephew whose birthday is the day after dad’s.
  • Though I don’t spiritually, emotionally, or intellectually believe in or support the military-industrial-profit-complex, I am grateful for the people in my heart and family who have chosen to defend me and the people of this country: my father and his brother, my brother, my maternal uncle and his wife.
  • Rain.
  • A warm house.
  • Progressive understanding, physical and emotional changes.
  • You. Who bother to read me.
  • Water.

Hoping you have a lovely week.

Namaste. Peace. Blessings.


Floral ribbon border by Laurel Burch

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