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Thanksgiving Nov 25, 2021

I am grateful for breath.

For clean clothes and water, a neighborhood of trees, a block of generous lively neighbors, communities of justice-seeking loving human beings, access to other people’s pets, basic health, people to come to my assistance when I need help, immediate family, large extended family close and far away, dearest friends I’ve known for 30 years, 20 years, 60 years, new friends I’ve just met, children and play,

I am grateful for breath.

For resources to travel, feeling safe to travel, money to give away, to learn, for impulse and planned spending, my TIAA advisor who calmed me down in March 2020, for changing seasons that are still recognizable as seasons, heirloom chairs and dishes, rides to hospitals,a warm bed in a warm house, a porch to watch the moon high in the sky, art, the outdoors, love, good health care coverage, my optometrist Dr. Z, my dentist, Dr. P. doctors and nurses and medical folks of all kinds,  nightly vigil at the 4 corners of Mt. Airy Ave and Emlen, homeruns

I am grateful for breath.

For my 20 year old Toyota almost 200,000 miles strong,  for hybrid and electric, for folk, pop, classical, hip hop, spiritual, improvisational, comedic musicians, food in the refrigerator, anyone who works indoors, for the Ahmaud Arbery jury, hot showers, creeks and parks, river walks, cherry trees, Shabbat conversation, the lunar calendar, red peppers, menorahs of dancing musicians,  birds outside the window, jewelry, artists, the internet, fingers and toes, flute and piano, tulips in the ground, friends I have only met on Zoom.

I am grateful for breath.

And for the next one.

And for the next one.

Halleluyah, Selah.

 

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