Today it seems appropriate to give thanks, for no special reason.
I hear the sounds of life all about: hens squawking, roosters proclaiming hegemony, birds, the soft nickers of Mr Bob, Pavarotti serenading MiniMe and Tom who remain unimpressed.
Flowers bloom in pots, swaying in the breeze. Below, tomatoes, peppers, lettuce, scallions provide a healthy feast for every single meal.
Little Miss is curled at my feet, enjoying the cool. BlueBird woos GreenBird while NewBird chitters with disdain.
I have a new story to tell and readers who “listen”.
I want peace in a world insane with power.
I want people to feel free to love and be with whom they will, without prejudice and without fear.
I want our children housed and fed and educated to live in this world, able to reach their full potential.
I want those weakest, our most vulnerable, to be first, in our thoughts and in our actions, using all the resources at our disposal.
I want all of us accountable to each other.