I can’t get the image of all that plastic in that whale’s stomach out of my head. Or the gorilla who was shot and blinded. Or fifty human lives lost in New Zealand last week.
But then, I am reminded, we live in a world with rainbows.
“Watch the rain drop.”
I’m thankful for new Cranberries music. She’s dead, and that’s still unbelievably sad, but this song just released is powerful, even more because of how things are.
I am thankful for a good
classic Irish memoir
to read on St. Patrick’s Day weekend. (All twelve braille volumes of it.)
I’m thankful that another news network put a spotlight on the disability issues radio talk show I do with my brother.
I’m thankful an interesting documentarian/filmmaker was generous enough to give me a few hours of his time, to ask me several thoughtful questions, to get to know my story a little better. I’m discovering, life’s all in the connections that you make.
I’m thankful for an upcoming Niagara Falls weekend trip with my family to celebrate the start of spring.
I’m thankful for my recent weekend away in New York City with my friend and travel agent extraordinaire, just in time for International Women’s Day festivities.
I’m thankful for rooftops, bars/restaurants/nothing but the roof.
I stand on one, on a cold International Women’s Day in New York City, with my friend Anita.
I’m thankful for fear that I keep facing.
I’m thankful for the opportunity to share my fears and not feel so alone. On the stage, the presenter (my “writing mentor” was the presenter) spoke about fear in her talk and then called me up, along with two other ladies, to share what we’re afraid of.
I’m thankful for lovely songs and their singers.
Though I don’t mind winter like some do, I am thankful for this first day of spring.
“Everything is new in the spring,” said Anne. “Springs themselves are always so new, too. No spring is ever just like any other spring. It always has something of its own to be its own peculiar sweetness. See how green the grass is around that little pond, and how the willow buds are bursting.”-
L.M Montgomery, Anne of the Island