On Fridays around these parts we stop, drop, and write.
For fun, for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration at the art of communication.
For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. – The Gypsy Mama
GRATEFUL
Grateful.
Small toes. Laughter that you can’t stop. Eyes that see… sometimes more than is there. Wind in my hair and in the faces of beautiful small souls. Love that knows me and comforts me and complements me and keeps me safe. The leaves that crunch under my soles and resonate in my breath. The taste of sweet grass in my nose. Curls. Soul stirring flavors and smells that make me a child again. Dependence. History. Words.
A love so far above my thoughts that I cannot even conceive of it’s beginnings. An identity. A mission.
Grateful, I am.
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And that’s five…
How are you grateful?
The Epistolarian.
The Letter Drawer 
I so enjoyed reading this; your words stir my own memories & gratitude grows here, too. Thank you.
Thank you so much for stopping by, Annie, and commenting! I am blessed to hear and connect with others who share my passions and experiences!
Your post creates such a vision for me! What lovely pictures. I am grateful for time spent together, for shared experiences, for reconnecting. Visiting you from Gypsy Mama 🙂 ~Lori
Mmmm… time spent together. I agree! Thank you for sharing and thanks for stopping by!
Loved these thoughts: “A love so far above my thoughts that I cannot even conceive of it’s beginnings. An identity. A mission.”
Thanks for visiting my blog! It was nice to “meet” you.
Likewise! Hope to read more from you!
You have a wonderful list of treasures in your life!
mmm… thanks Nani, I agree, and that was only a scratch on the surface. We’ve had our share of trials as well, but even those I find myself grateful for!