Grateful

Yesterday, I started to write in a way I don’t normally.  It felt playful and fun. There were no deadlines, unless I imposed one so the novelty of the experience increased the joy. Time to ponder, a grey day with firelight and candles, a pot of good soup to enjoy, a serendipitous moment of connection with Joho, and a good book to read. All these things though seemingly small created a memorable day.  May all our days be full of small moments that create goodness and joy.

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