Even in the darkest of days one searches to find a flicker of light, perhaps cutting through the fog or slanting between the clouds, and if you can find it, if only for a split second, it does the heart good to take that hope in. Absolute darkness does seem to be the state of affairs clear round our little spinning Earth of late. From the butchers who attacked Israeli civilians on October 7th to the recent ‘Nazi talk’ from the off-the-rails GOP frontrunner, not forgetting the Russian invasion of Ukraine that’s close to two years of bloodshed, or that many of our own Senators are bent on creating a theocracy likening themselves to the misguided yet mighty Salem judges and causing as much suffering as they did in 1692. Yes, there is no doubt, these are dark times, not made better by extremist of any religious bent. But today, of all the days in the year, I strive to find a reason, or even a short pile of reasons, to clasp my hands together in gratitude.
Tag Archives: Gratitude
Love and Death
Sorry for not writing a post of gratitude and love yesterday on our national day of thanks, but as I mentioned a few weeks ago, all my writing attention is being pulled along by this fabulous crew in my fictional world, temporarily titled, Mrs. Hendricks & Company. Yes, there has been a whole swirl of twists and turns and even a death. I mean, isn’t there always? Love out to all my Nine Cent Girl readers, you all really buoy me on the day to day, and I am so grateful for that. Wish me luck as I reach my goal before December 1st!
Thankful Thursday
Recycling from an earlier post, but I am fairly certain these words still ring true. Happy Thanksgiving 2020 my dear ones…
As we close out a dreary November, let us pause on this day of Thanks to do some Giving. To family, friends, strangers. No matter who where when. Through the ages, the best among us has lead the rest of us to the same state, that of gratitude. For a few moments, join with me to contemplate these sages and their best advice. That is all we need today. “Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” ― Marcel Proust


