November 22, 2020
Not quite six o’clock.
I lie in bed, eyes closed:
Grateful for the rain falling on the roof
And for the song of the sparrow outside my window,
Grateful for the cool air I breathe in and breathe out,
For the comfort of warm flannel sheets,
For the cat curled into the comma of my body
Grateful for the blood pulsing through my veins
For my brain, stomach, heart, liver
For all the cells and within them
The tiny mitochondria beating out energy
Grateful for this life.
Kristin Moyer
August 26, 2020
Gratitude
For the shopper who picked out these potatoes and this head of lettuce
For the bagger who sorted all the freezer foods in one bag, the refrigerator foods in other bags, the produce together, the pantry items in others
For the driver who found my house without getting lost….which happens…and delivered the bags to my patio table
And stretching behind them, the truck drivers and farmers and harvesters, all of those who brought this food to my table
This blueberry
This tomato
This mushroom
This potato
This leaf of lettuce
For which I feel gratitude
November 26,, 2019
At church on Sunday my Unitarian Universalist minister preached a sermon on gratitude, appropriate for the Sunday before our American Thanksgiving Day. He passed out stamped postcards with a Gratitude design and asked us to write to people in our lives for whom we are grateful, people who might be surprised to receive such a postcard. So I wrote one such postcard, but I have been thinking of the people in my life—-not just my family and close friends—but all the others who keep my world going and for whom I am grateful:
Marcie who house-sits for me and who leaves a small bouquet of garden flowers to welcome me home
Karen who has rescued me from malware problems with her tech-savvy help
Zari who has cut my hair for thirty years and never once suggested I dye or perm it
Whitney a fifth grader who gives me hugs when she sees me at church
Margaret my friend who has helped me wrangle my cats into carriers
Antonio my expert gardener who looks at me with his warm brown eyes and pats my arm when we discuss plans for the garden; “little by little, Mrs. M., little by little,” he says
Eddie and his brother who laid a beautiful path of stepping stones through my shade garden last spring, and fixed the mud hole by the pasture gate
Limbert the plumber who dug on a hot July day to find the leaking water pipe on my front hill
Doug and Scott who paint and patch and problem solve electrical problems with honesty and kindness
The drivers who deliver my packages from Amazon and UPS and FedEx and bring the heavy ones to my doorstep
The lawn cutting crew who mow and edge the so-called grass every week during growing season
Kevin the service manager at the local gas station who helps me patiently
And Kevin at the bird seed store who always greets me with a cheerful smile before we talk about birds and squirrels, and then carries the heavy bags to my car
All of these people and many others whose names I do not know make my life better.
Who are the people in your life for whom you are grateful?