By: Gentle Gardener Oracle
I’m very grateful to have a few days of rain ahead of us. The drizzle has been gentle, and it’s slowly permeating the dense adobe. I can feel every living thing – especially myself – exhaling in relief. I’m grateful for tonight’s Leo full moon. The full moon rising over the east mountains is a beauty all can share. I often wish we had more, and different kinds of moons. And, I’m grateful for my plumber.
Even the a-political have some trepidation this election eve. I’m grateful we have elections, and that we have enough people and infrastructure in place to ensure voting is fair. I’m grateful it’s easier to vote than it used to be. Voting by mail is good, so is having polling places open early. And, I’m grateful I live in California. I have more rights, and am more protected here than anyplace else on Earth. I’m happy to pay my taxes for that.
I spent a good part of this weekend getting the house winter ready. I’m grateful for the petro-chemical industry as things like Dawn, Easy-Off, Scrub Daddies make things a lot easier. When I was a kid, all we had was Brillo and Comet. I’m grateful for the warmer-than-average weather. Having the doors open to the breeze and sunshine has helped me to fall in love with California all over again. And, I’m grateful I’ve finally accepted that hard things aren’t always bad just as easy things aren’t always good. They should probably teach that in high school.
It’s been a long, hot summer, and even though it’s warmer than usual, I’m so grateful for the clear, cool evenings. I feel life, and my love of California, renewed. I’m grateful I believe that rejection is protection. (I feel a little divinely protected these days :/) And, I’m grateful for paint.
I’m grateful that I’m an active millennial supporter. People used to roll their eyes, begrudge me my youth, and dismiss me in my salad days. In many ways, I’m not much smarter now than I was then. In those condescending moments, I would swear to myself that I would not act the same to the youngsters when my “boomer” time came, and I’ve been true to my word. Finally, I’m grateful for fried chicken. Of all the chickens, it’s the most beloved.
All the rain is starting to get to me; I feel a bit like a rotting cactus. The rainy season is coming to an end, though, and I’m grateful for how beautifully green and flowered the hillsides are. Poppies, clover, Bluebonnets, Columbine. It’s like the Earth is reminding us that we are all capable of rebirth and renewal. It’s never too late. I’m grateful for technology. Maybe it’s ruining our world, but none of us would give it up. And, I’m grateful for fried chicken – the greatest of all the chickens.
I’m grateful I was able to sleep in for a few more hours this morning. I feel refreshed. I’m grateful that for most of my time in California, I’ve had a reasonable commute – now, no commute. Cali is famous for its traffic — and, boy, it can really suck the life out of you. And, I’m grateful I’ve burned a few bridges – sometimes those fires help to light the way forward.
My mammogram came back normal. Always grateful for that. I’m grateful I was able to spend time with a friend who I haven’t seen in 30 years. Much Champagne and a few tears. A wonderful day. And, I’m grateful I was out at daybreak to catch the mountains at sunrise – an Ansel Adams moment. Getting up early has a lot of rewards.
I’m grateful to live in California. People bitch about it until they watch the rest of the country drown in snow. I’ll gladly pay my taxes to live here. I’m grateful for my Reiki healer. I think if more people used healers, we’d have fewer problems in the world. And, I’m grateful NYE falls on a weekend.
This a bit of dreary time of year for me. Cold, dark, missing people who aren’t here anymore. Thinking about when time(s) were simpler, and when more of my life was ahead of me, not behind me – like it is now. It makes me grateful for all the Christmas lights. They are cheerful, and even the little decorations make the dark days – literally – brighter. I’m grateful for the retrogrades, and the time to reflect. There’s stuff I’m not going to bring with me into 2023…buh-bye. And, I’m grateful I’ve been able to line up a few people to do work at the house. My dream for 2023 is to live in a place where nothing is broken, damaged, and every single thing works. Dream BIG!
365 Days of Simple Gratitude 