gratitude

It's a pattern of aliveness, one of allowing.
One of not knowing what will come next
yet at the same time, comfortable in the knowledge that it will be the same as it always has been.
A looseness
A going with it
A plunging in.
But also a feeling of tenderness and serenitiy.  A kind of joy.
I've been working steadily on my gratitude log cabin piece
195 more weeks until we are married 50 years.
Hoping that everything stays the same.
Our health, our minds, the world, our kids' well-being.

Journal text from December 11