Every Thursday, Thanksgiving
Counting thanks to 1000 and beyond…
778. A lovely bouquet
779. A sad gratitude: I walked down Queen Anne Ave last night and mourned the closing of Metropolitan Market, also known as Thriftway back in the day. If Bethany was my home (you can see the steeple in the background)–and it seemed like it when I lived next door in intentional community–then Met Market was was my kitchen. This store, now an empty shell, has so many good memories attached to it. When I lived on the Hill, I daily ran over for dinner fixings. I loved getting chef-cooked samples of new recipes, and the yearly peach festival.
It was also the go-to place for flowers on Queen Anne and many birthday and dinner bouquets were lovingly wrapped in brown paper and tied with raffia ribbon by their staff.
780. Riding to Gold Basin with new friend Julie. I was enjoying our conversation so much we missed the turn-off and went 20 miles in the wrong direction…but the right one in every other way!
781. A unhurried and beautiful hike with Jane to Kalcema Lake.
Vapor off the melting snow. Mountain waterfalls. A pristine lake. Great conversation. And then an impromptu stop at Green Gables for 60 cent coffee and a dry place to wait out the rain.
782. A wonderful Wednesday with Kimberlee and the kids. A morning turned to lunch to afternoon tea to dinner.
783. A couple of blissful hours cleaning and arranging the Bethany prayer room, making a bouquet, and creating a peaceful space that will hopefully welcome people to take a moment of quiet and pray.
What are you thankful for this week? Might you share with us 1 or 2 gratitudes in the comments so we can rejoice with you?
Join Kimberlee and I as we give thanks together.