Back home from three days in near zero and below zero temperatures, I find myself grateful just being warm. Sitting in a warm room and knowing that cold, at least THAT kind of cold, has lost its grip on me, what comes to mind is classic Joni Mitchell: “Don’t it always seem to go, you don’t know what you got ‘til its gone. They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.”
I don’t know if it is human nature to take things for granted (a friend will tell me there is no such thing as “human nature”) but it sure comes easy to me. Sure, it is easy to be grateful for big, good things that occur. (I swear, God, I’ll be SO grateful when I win the Powerball Lottery!) What is difficult is being grateful for, hell, even just noticing to be grateful for, those small things I take for granted. Things like warmth, wellness, water to drink, a roof over my head, a job, an easy breath, movement with no aches and pains….
So here’s to warmth, a dry pair of socks, and life below the Mason-Dixon line. (Can you still refer to the Mason-Dixon line these days?)
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