Thank you for all the repeat thank yous, like wabi sabi.

Thank you for problems revealing depth and beauty. 

Thank you for Elaine Aron introducing the notion of HSP to further our understanding of selves and others.

Thank you for photosynthesis. 

Thank you for a home surrounded by nature. Opening the front door is an awesome experience.

Thank you for fog clearing.

Thank you for accidental encounters of other vegans.

Thank you for the expressiveness of doggy eyes.

Thank you for crooked teeth (like Peaches’ snaggle).

Thank you for adversity giving the opportunity to practice gratitude, kindness, and calm along with that elusive balance of tenacity and surrender.

Thank you for love that gives space with faith in the outcome, whatever it may be.

Thank you for houses on lakes.

Thank you for when I pay attention to messages from my unconscious mind. The past couple weeks I’ve been accidentally bumping my head hard enough to leave lumps. Then I cycled up and down the snake with the quick release on my front wheel unknowingly open and very loose. It’s the first time that has happened. Usually I do an ABCQ check before each ride (air, brakes, chain, quick release). Along with the risky, bumpy times, a voice in a dream warned, “You’re not on the right path. You know what the right path is.” It’s like when I accidentally cut the little piece off my finger. My conscious mind had been spinning out of control with worry, obsessing over mysteries and the future. So the unconscious mind, to save my psyche from the further damage that worrying would cause, chose to hurt my body. It did so either as a wake up call or just to give my mind a healthier subject to focus on. (Bodily injury is perhaps a healthier focus than is spinning wheels brooding about mysteries beyond one’s control.) It’s still worrisome, the possibility of accidentally hurting myself. Hopefully I am respecting my mind so that it doesn’t resort to drastic measures. 

Thank you for when I am able to give space. In some cases presence doesn’t mean love, and absence doesn’t mean hate. It’s the opposite. The most compassionate way to treat loved ones may be to give room and time for them to gain clarity, stability, calm, etc., free from pressure.

Thank you for tart cranberry orange smoothies with vanilla.

Thank you for beans on the pot.

Thank you for plant parents.

Thank you for LF reaching out after a long absence. Thank you for her ability to cope and thrive despite hardship. Thank you for her caring, genuine attitude.

Thank you for peaceful Sunday feelings.

Thank you for the importance of rest for productivity.

Thank you for highly anticipated bedtimes.

Thank you for all of us who are realizing it’s time to replace judgments and anger and shaming with acceptance, forgiveness, and love of one another and selves.

Thank you for still being here. I appreciate you! Be well <3