Counting Gratitudes
Day 10 in a month-long series on Cultivating Sanctuary. Every time I walk back from work to the cottage, and I see it perched on it’s little hill, I ...
Category: one thousand gifts
Lullaby
The twindlers are so tired, they fight sleep. Luke sits up in the bed wailing, his brother Ben, next to him, smiles at me, eager for anything that will distract...
Every Thursday, Thanksgiving
Counting thanks to 1000 and beyond… 822. A finished paper and the lovely spaces in which to write it. 823. A night of blackberry and plum crisp making wit...
Every Thursday, Thanksgiving
Counting thanks to 1000 and beyond… 813. The slight crisp scent in the air that makes me want to shop for school supplies. I’ve taken to using a #2 ...
Every Thursday, Thanksgiving
Counting thanks to 1000 and beyond… 803. Pike Place and The Flying Fish 804. Yummy and colorful salad 805. The thoughtful discussion and prayerfuln...
Every Thursday, Thanksgiving
Counting thanks to 1000 and beyond… 793. An empty email inbox. (Be encouraged. It is possible!) 794. I finally learned how to make my own salad dressing, ...
Every Thursday, Thanksgiving
Counting thanks to 1000 and beyond… 784. Meerkats at the Woodland Park Zoo. I love this one, surveying her domain! 785. Visiting with my friend Heidi and ...
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 ...
Every Thursday, Thanksgiving
Counting thanks to 1000 and beyond… 774. A house- and pet sitting: Lucy… 775. Sam Sam… 776. Bentley… 777. Thunder and lightning in Seatt...