I sit across a room from an open window. Because of the winter we had, I ponder the miracle of open windows. Birdsongs. Communication. The sound of a few cars on the gravel road. It is early and other sounds will arise throughout the day and then be heard another time or place.
And I don’t want to take anything for granted.
A favorite haiku from 2012:
of summers gone by
voices on the breeze
433. The new poem I posted here yesterday.
435. beans & rice (cooked this morning)
436. open windows
Update, late afternoon: I found another old notebook of blessings and had recorded more before; so revised the numbers.
As long as I have some of my notebooks here, I’ll add a few more details. I began my gratitude journals on December 16, 2012. My first blessing was “raindrops on the bare branches of the birch tree.” Blessing number 10 referred to Ann Voskamp and the inspiration from her books, for this project.
To be continued in future posts – maybe some poems to write as I reread.