my mother
alive at 81
mad poets who shout at the sky
spilling their guts
air conditioning
and real breezes
friends i have met
friends i have not yet met
delightful disorganization:
books all over my floor
ancient scotch whisky
shared with a friend
my mother
alive at 81
mad poets who shout at the sky
spilling their guts
air conditioning
and real breezes
friends i have met
friends i have not yet met
delightful disorganization:
books all over my floor
ancient scotch whisky
shared with a friend
I try to be grateful every day and to share that gratitude with others. It is curious that I’ll hear people say, “thank you” or “I appreciate it” but seldom do I hear people use the word gratitude. It is such a powerful word.
I used it with a friend the other day at lunch. I took her by the hand, looked her in the eye and told her that I was grateful for what she’d done for me. It brought her to tears.
We so seldom express our feelings to others: people are empty vessels aching to hear our words of gratitude.