Thank you that I am alive, with plenty of clothes, a strong safe house, food to eat, a secure job for my husband.
Thank you that I have a husband who loves me as best he can, and a daughter whose burning fire is a delight and a crucible for my sanctification. Thank you for extended family, including grandparents who love Amy and let us get away from her sometimes.
Thank you that I have some friends who understand, who respect, who empathize, who take interest, who pay attention, who listen, who are interesting, kind, and available.
Thank you that my drive to create finds some satisfaction in music, scrapbooking, sewing, knitting, gardening, cooking, blogging, and other pursuits.
Thank you that the earth still turns and the sun still shines and the rain still comes and goes, and that there is a growing number of people who are working to find and promote more sustainable ways of living.
Thank you that you are mine, and I am yours, despite many things.
Thank you that I am who I am, and that it’s okay.
And, to all the black holes out there today, who feel the howling yowling wasteland, my heart goes out to you today, and I hope that your list of things you’re thankful for doesn’t feel paltry, a mockery, and a slap in the face. May you hold the gratitude for real, and the grief and rage and terror for real, and may peace find you.