Journal on Gratitude
I am grateful to be here again today. I am grateful to be sitting at my desk, which used to be my Dad’s desk, writing about life. I am grateful to pick a different color pen every day.
I tried to empty myself of my feelings of betrayal. I tried to concentrate on other areas of my life. I tried to breathe and relax and be present through yoga and music. I wanted to be filled with peace again. Filled with light and love, sated by food and liquor, fulfilled by fresh air!…
Over glasses of wine or plates of cookies, crowded into the kitchen or outside watching our breath in the cold, in groups or pairs, old and young, we drift together bound by the strange gravity of family love. I am safe and warm and strong, orbiting that star.