“Here is my secret. It is very simple. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
—The Little Prince
I like alliteration in my titles and I like this time of year. I am busy during the days and try not to think too much, about those things that keep me up at night.
I’m thankful my family and I are safe and far from natural disasters and that my friends are safe too.
Here in Ontario we get tornados sometimes, but we aren’t out west where the fires are, nor are we by the coast where the flooding happens.
Then I woke to the notification of a strong earthquake in Mexico and I feared for my friends living there.
Mexico is big enough that those I care about weren’t touched, but these natural disasters seem to be everywhere lately.
Just not here. Our weather has been beautiful, if not a little cool for this time of year, but I am loving it.
I’m thankful for such a fun and energizing writing group.
A pack of three crayons (red/blue/green) were brought in for the mystery object, those packs you find at a restaurant, to keep the kids entertained. Well, I love crayons, but many of us in the group wondered and commented on the lack of a yellow crayon.
Our group was larger than usual and I liked the energy each person added. I was entirely entertained, myself, by everyone in that room.
The stories were diverse and all about crayons. Ah, the life of a crayon.
There were two new people there and they were both J names. This, somehow, had its own influence on someone’s story. I hope they both come back.
I’m thankful my brother had his adventure and made it safely home from Iceland.
I’m thankful he returned to his radio show.
He is getting better and more comfortable, every time he does it.
I’m thankful for a another Saturday family day.
The guys went to a baseball game and us girls and Max stayed home.
There were family photos taken out in the back yard.
I’m thankful Saturday family day spilled over to Sunday.
It was a lovely afternoon spent sitting in a circle in the yard, with beers, wine, and snacks.
My family are some of the most interesting people I know.
I’m thankful a piece I’ve been working on (from pitch to publication) is finally out, starting all the way back last May.
Lost, and Then Found Once More: On Traveling Alone without Sight – Catapult
Read to the end and the part about the drumsticks.
This is a prelude to my audio piece for SiriusXM.
I’m thankful for two more “acceptances” and for the fear that’s accompanying both.
I wasn’t expecting it, in a way, and I am back to square one. I must come up with a piece of writing that they will want to publish. I worry about not coming up with anything and instead letting them and myself down.
The excitement is there too though. I am honoured, after ending last week with a rejection email to a pitch, to hear anything at all to start off a new one.
I’m thankful to have an available store full of food to shop in.
As I meandered through the isles, the shelves, and the freezer section and prepared foods, I know not everyone has such choice right there in front of them. It felt like a lot, but it is an abundance I am thankful for.
I’m thankful for pumpkin spiced latte.