From high in the Alps we found this little ancient home and cobblestone walk ways, and I wonder who made the broom? Who uses the broom? Who lives there and plants the pretty flowers?
November a time we turn our hearts and minds towards gratitude. A golden time of thanksgiving, harvest, and abundance. I have been practicing gratitude for the last several months. I have tried to be mindful of the many blessings in my life. There are so many and so I thought maybe I’d jot them down here.
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I am grateful for a Mom who believed in culture and encouraged me to play the violin. Although a talent like that gets rusty, it is never forgotten.
I am grateful to be participating in an orchestra with my sister. It has brought me more joy than I even thought it could.
The sounds of the instruments and the people who have come together to create something so beautiful my heart billows like a sail of a ship. I am grateful for them.
I am grateful for Febreze because my car smelled like butt and now it smells like lavender.
I am grateful for my bed. I love my bed and my pink comforter, my pillows, and the worn in spot for my body on the right side. MMMMM. Delicious.
XOXO- The Sunny D—–Happy Again.