In This Moment

I'm thinking more about my writing these days. I'm thinking how delicious it could be to go get a MFA in writing, to to eek out a living teaching at community colleges and doing workshops while all the while coaxing my own slow writings along. I read somewhere that, "Writing is easy. You just sit down out a typewriter and open a vein." Wow, that struck me, because of course it's that easy. But...not for me. Slow to finish, but quick to start. That's me. So I try to start now. And I start with something else I've been neglecting. My spiritual practice.

Tonight I reflect on the gifts of today. I am grateful for time spent walking through the park with my mother. I am grateful to see the clear development of my new sixth grader into a "real" middle schooler. I am grateful for my partner who very thoughtfully left me a clean house to come home to. I am grateful for butternut squash and for the tiny (read: terrifyingly large) frog that was perched on top of my bedroom door tonight. And for my brother who carried the frog away from the excited puppy away to safety. These are the gifts of this day and in this moment I acknowledge them.