I’ve been writing largely about aspects of angst here lately — when to know you’re being treated badly, fretting over war plans being made in my name, worry about life plans, (which men make as God tries not to laugh), worry over exactly what kind of idiot I might be.   In all this wrestling (no favor to you, dear reader)  I’ve neglected one of the most important things of all and one of the greatest indispensable arts:  gratitude.

It seems impossible to be impervious to gratitude for perfect sleep temperature, finally, no need for the fan last night.  I was relieved, but didn’t stop to savor how delightful it was and to feel grateful.   The many blessings we take for granted– gratefulness is a much more valuable response than a sullen yawn that things aren’t better.   Things are not perfect, true, but they are damned good.  I am thankful, grateful, appreciative.

Now to remember to carry this throughout the day, in my heart and on my face.   It is a beautiful world, many of its challenges included.  I take a moment, now, to breathe that sometimes subtle truth in.