Grateful

I am grateful for his love. He loves me. He really loves me.

I am grateful for my darling daughter and her taste for vintage dresses.

I am grateful for this boy and his dog.

I am grateful for my camera and my backyard.

I am grateful for milky tea, pretty tea cups, fountain pens, sealing wax and handwritten letters on linen paper.

I am grateful that I sometimes make time to paint in the yard.

I am grateful for my time in India, so I could whip these up for supper!

I am grateful for these words. Hafiz fills me with giggles and sighs.

I am grateful for my clothesline and the sun that kisses our garments.

I am grateful for my vision, so that I may rest my eyes upon sights such as this.

I am grateful that I have a gift with fire, so that I can fill my family's bellies with food that is warm and whole and filled with love.

I am grateful for my bed. I love my bed. It has nursed me to health and offered me a soft place to rest while my dreams form in luscious pictures behind my sleeping eyes.

This little post is courtesy of Tara Whitney. I have been an admirer from afar for some time. She has inspired my photography and my enlivened me in ways I find hard to express. Denise is also guilty of this...But this post is inspired by Tara.

I have learned to embrace the gifts I have in front of me everyday. This is a mere spattering of all that fills my heart. I am grateful, for each and every day, for each small gift that comes to me. I am very fortunate, very fortunate indeed