A few of the things I’m thankful for, every day: French roast coffee, the smell of pine woods on a late fall day, my father’s enormous laugh, the beautiful oak box-beam ceiling in my dining room, the way my dog tilts his head and looks at me inquiringly when I say his name softly, the Metropolitan State students whose lives and hard work humble me, the falling-apart quilt I made 20 years ago and pull over myself every night, the way my mother cries every time she hears “Teach Your Children,” the fact that I have spent my working life spinning stories out of thin air and turning them into things you can hold in your hands, my beloved best friend of 30+ years, the way this gorgeous land of ours rolls and swells and flattens and breathes beneath us like a great living being, my sisters and my brother and the friends whose hearts I carry within my heart, my one-room toy house on the slope in Vermont, Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah and the little machine that’s playing it right now, and, more than anything, always, the three almost-grown youthful companions who have brought me so much love and laughter and joy their whole lives long.
Beautiful. Happy Thanksgiving!
A good list of thankfullness.
Every time I hear that song of Cohen’s, I have to stop, just stop and listen right to the end.
hhb, I’m exactly the same. Whether it’s him singing it or one of the many who’ve covered it (beautifully, almost all of them), I have to stop and listen.
Karen, thank you. Same to you!