Too wrap your pup in Christmas lights.
But in all seriousness, this Christmas I wanted a lover to share it with. And, although that’s not in the cards, I realized that I still have an abundance of sweet love.
A puppy soul mate, Lulu the Princess Bean.
Fa La La La Laa!
Sometimes the enormity of life, its lessons, sad moments, desires, wishes and realities just hits you. Somewhat like a pie in the face. And, when that happens there are many emotional responses.
Sadness. Finality. Rationalization. Grief. Existentialism. Hope.
It’s important to validate every salt filled liquid feeling that has drenched your soul.
You have earned the intensity.
But remember when the internalized storm has passed that the hope prevails.
Cling to it as if it were a life raft.
Don’t let go, for the harder you hold on the more it embeds itself into your being.
So tonight, although feeling somewhat lost in the swells, I see the hope manifesting itself as beautiful clouds floating above me. Preparing to release bits of fluffy joy laden rain onto my lips and eyelids.
I remain ever grateful.
for my life. love of family. sweet puppy cuddles. friends and a bountiful future.
Hallelujah she exclaimed!
Today I am grateful for my freedom.
I am thankful for:
the ability to choose how my life is lived and with whom I live it.
I am grateful for freedom of speech and the ability to gather and demonstrate.
I am thrilled that I alone have rights over my body.
So, on this sixth day of gratitude I am ever so grateful to live in a country replete with bounty and possibilities.
It’s not just a colour but a feeling.
It’s happy, girl like and at times quite sparkly (or it simply elicits a feeling of sparkliness).
While out and about this evening I ran across an entire area devoted too the pink and precious. One item in particular caught my attention: it was a pink ceramic poodle. Why did it catch my attention? Because when I was very young my mother bought me a ‘sick prize’. This was a gift given only when I or my sister had been under the weather. One day after one illness or another my mother and I found ourselves in Swenson’s Ice Cream Parlour. And, in the midst of all the wonderful sweets and sparkling treasures I found mine – a small ceramic poodle that I named ‘Pink Puppy’. To this day Pink Puppy resides not only in my heart but in my treasure box as well. So, in honour of day 5’s moment of gratitude, I am grateful for all things pink, pretty, sparkly and somewhat princessy. And of course, the memories of childhood, sweetness and delight.
All hail the p.i.n.k.
Words can not describe my mother.
Her beauty, essence, compassion and sense of humour are unprecedented.
It is a blessing too not only call her mom but friend as well.
So, on this the fourth day of gratitude, I am beyond grateful for her love.
On this third day of thanksgiving I found a bit of beauty and grace at 37,000 feet.
Sunrise over Arizona.
In the midst of a bloody awful and quite hectic day, I learned that Starbucks had once again released their holiday bonanza of deliciousness. So, I stepped in, ordered an extra hot Caramel Brulee latte and a salted chocolate cake pop (yes, I added a hazelnut cookie as well, but that I delivered to my sweet mother). Once in my car I sat quietly taking in the beautiful red cup that can only mean one thing – The holiday season has officially begun! And, words can not describe the bliss of the delectable cake treat. So, I am ridiculously grateful for this oasis in the middle of a desert sort of day.