A Subversive Gratitude Practice

"Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude," ~A.A. Milne

Today I’m grateful for my crooked spine, the way it curves like a river to allow for the deep, engulfing relief of my husband’s hands.

I’m grateful for teeth, even the two root canals, during which I felt genuine awe the work of dentistry and dentists, those wild wizards with drills.

I’m grateful for my husband’s mysterious new respiratory condition, which has caused him to say, more than once these last weeks, “Will you come with me?”

I’m grateful for the weird ache in my toe ever since I walked all over Los Angeles in those boots on that long hot day of the concert at the Greek, a memory now with me for every step.

I’m grateful for losing my job to Trump’s cuts this year, along with so many others. Look how we know each other without even knowing each other simply through sharing a vast collective loss.

Have you ever been lonely? I’m very fortunate to know that feeling well. It makes my writing glow from the inside and harmonizes my heart to the language of the world.

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