Wet and windy. And humid. Today I will write in my poor
neglected journal. There are prompts from Angeles Arrien’s book on gratitude
that are begging for a response. I am grateful. It’s warm and dry in my
comfortable home along with good food and my two dogs. It’s abundance for sure.
I was restless yesterday both here and at the senior center. Kept pacing around
looking for something to do but unfocused. Today I intend to pay attention.
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