
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
Savor moments of perfected joy: The breath that catches in an “awwww;” the tightness in the chest all filled with warmth; the smile that grows in angles not foretold.
For The Daily Post

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
For The Daily Post

There’s so much harshness and rigidity, so many difficult realities, hardened views, unyielding opinions, and limited acceptance all around, that it can be easy to forget the infinite sweetness that exists all around us.
The infinite sweetness
In a baby’s smile.
In a youngling’s antics.
In the green of an unfurling leaf.
In a stranger’s compassion.
In a perfect strawberry.
In a sip of tea on snowy days.
In the sigh of warm bath water.
In the life that sheds and lives and sheds and lives in all around us.
In the repeating revolution of this planet, hurtling as it is through space in speeds we cannot comprehend and yet are an integral part of.
The infinite sweetness of what can be remembered with nostalgia and what is hoped for and may well become — or may just, possibly, find pathways.
To infinity.

Photo Credit A.A.

Thankful
For mothering
In all its forms:
The immediate, the early, the continuous, the delayed;
The biological, the fostered, the adopted, the periodical, the incremental and the unusual;
To mothering by women, by men, by friends and neighbors, co-workers and teachers, siblings and relatives, by the kind smile of a stranger and moments of shared understanding;
To mothering by nature, by pets, by ocean waves, by breath and life’s constant flow and ebb;
To Mother Earth and Mother Moon;
To mothering of self, by self, by growth, by age and lessons learned and known …
To all of this, and more;
Thankful for mothering.
In all its forms.



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Thankful for the things
That could be taken for granted
And yet are not so, for too many:
Shelter, food, warm clothing,
Clean water
Safety.
Thankful for the blessings I may not even notice
And yet are never empty:
Clean air, a language others understand,
Having a place
Where I am welcome
A bed to tuck myself into and rise from,
Soft covers,
Floor, a ceiling, sturdy walls.
Thankful for the senses that I have
And do not fail me:
Sight (and insight)
Hearing (and the ability to listen)
Smell (and being able to sniff out what is not right)
Taste (in food, and things, and people)
To be touched in kindness
And to touch others
In reassurance,
In compassion.
Thankful for the love in my life
For health and the ability to tend to it,
For knowing that I have a place to call home …
My heart breaks to know so many don’t.
Thankful for connection
For access to information.
For the ability to research so I can separate truth from distortion,
The freedom to ask questions,
The space to disagree,
Without risking violence and harm.
Thankful … for so much,
And hoping that such thanks could be available
To all.
May there be
A multitude
Of thanks.

For all the things that merit gratitude,
Let there be many thanks.
For all the wonders that fill hearts
And gladden souls,
Let there be thanks.
For the bounty of all blessings:
For the smiles,
The newborn children,
The rediscovery of
Newfound hopes
And boundless potential
For growth,
Let there be thanks.
*
For it is not joy that
Makes us grateful,
But the thanks
that bring us
Joy.
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