Today I am thankful for inspiration. For vision - both in the sense of envisioning and as eyesight.
I am thankful for the sight of grass next to slowly melting snowbanks in town. And I am grateful for the hope that sight lends me, the hope that the snow at our home on its northern hill will melt to make way for green growing things.
I am thankful for found and re-found communities and people.
I am thankful for my beloved man, that he follows his heart and that even when so far away in remote communities reached only by plane and dogsled, he is still so near, here in my heart.
I am thankful for my ability to catalyze healing, however incremental.
I am thankful for the return of late night platinum skies behind white birches, and for this grace of time to see them stark and subtle against each other before the trees fill the spaces between branches with leaves.
I am thankful for mud puddles!