We're having this glorious, crisp, cool, sunny harvest weather, and yesterday, for our friend's Pueblo Feast Day, it was perfect. The food was amazing, the people friendly and celebratory, in part because we were all relieved Obama had won the election. Today is another great day, and I have just finished walking the dogs and will visit my friend recovering from surgery this afternoon. A good day to be alive. Gratitude is more and more with me, easy to access. Every day is a blessing. Eating cold papaya this morning, my teeth protesting, was a pleasure. The huge golden persimmon leaves blanketing the steps are joyous. Thinking of Thanksgiving next week makes me happy. Having seen friends from long ago is lingering as this history that I treasure. People who have known me in many incarnations are so valuable to be witnesses and keep me honest. I appreciate them.
Well, enough about me, as Bette Midler would say, what do you think about me? I trust your day is a good one, and these little moments of transcendence are like jewels in the hand.
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