Grateful for the lives of little creatures everywhere, like this fella who (quite accommodating for me) paused in our front flower bed just long enough for a photo before scurrying off in search of treasures. Also grateful that we can provide such a safe haven for him and for others of his ilk.
Grateful for four-footed teachers. Is there any single thing more focused, more intense than a dog whose eyes have spied food? It’s a single-mindedness that puts we mere humans to shame, for the dog puts every ounce of his being into one tasty goal — securing that chunk of chicken. I wonder, sometimes, what I could accomplish if only I could set my eyes so clearly on a goal, mindful of achieving it. Yet, I also celebrate the slowness of pure immersion in the moment, goals tossed aside in enjoyment of the moment. Data’s just as good at that as he is at hyperfocusing on food. Sometimes he doesn’t get the chunk of chicken, but he goes on his way, perfectly content in the moment at hand. I have to admit that I covet the art of mindfulness, too.
Grateful for Charlie who, rather than simply giving me a gift I coveted, went a step beyond and asked the artist to personalize it for me. Gifts are certainly great, but the gift that keeps on giving, year after year, is really the thought that goes into it. The gift is merely a vessel that gently cradles the caring. Hey, it’s nearly gift-giving season. That’s pretty good advice! The photo is of the Crow Bar by Will Bullas. So punny!
Here comes the sun … and it’s as though the bridge beyond is touched by the rays, turning it a blinding white, while the others remain shadowed. Within a minute, the white bridge had returned to its actual dull gray as a passing cloud snagged the sun, putting a halt to its trick of light. But for the moment the sun had the last laugh. Grateful for being in the right place at the right time!
A few years ago, we traveled from Cody, Wyoming, into Yellowstone National Park. The weather had been rainy, but as we progressed through the mountains we stopped in awe of the sky. Yes, still angry and dark but there, above the incredibly green grass and the rugged, rocky outcrop, was a rainbow. Grateful, today, for the clearing skies after an interminable period of rain, cloud cover, rain, more clouds, and rain. Autumn is such a beautiful time, especially with the sunshine making the most of the colors.