ripples... accidental thoughts of thanks

A holiday... and I wasn't feeling it. My daughter, The Chicklet, isn't with me. Dad is gone. Mah Honey is traveling for work. Oh, and I woke up at an unmentionable hour (it's not like I had a turkey to stuff in the oven) unable to get back to sleep. Ugh.

Life hasn't been particularly cheery this year, but I would hate myself if I didn't look for something good.

I got awesome snuggles from Sharkdog (there's magic in kissing a beagle belly), there's French Vanilla coffee in my cup, and I have bacon. I get to spend some time snuggled warmly on the couch with a blanket while I read Pride and Prejudice, again. The little things matter.

I have this picture in my kitchen... a sweet smiling face of a girl that Chicklet and I sponsor. She loves to sing and read. She's far away, in Senegal, but knows that someone cares across the ocean...




That's what matters... to help as much as you can, to care for someone you've never met, to want their well being... to hope they live in Peace.

I feel sorry for people who can't wrap their brains around the thought that they can, through small gestures, start a ripple that in the end, might seem like a righteous surfer's wave.

Through the Blogblast for Peace, we can do that. We can reach out to people all over the world, we can live as one people...

Join the Blogblast for Peace on November 5th... here in the Bloggosphere, on Facebook, Tweet for Peace even. I promise I'll be thankful if you do *smile*.

November 5, 2009

The Peace Globe Gallery

a wish...

I can't be with my Honey for Thanksgiving in person, but my heart is with him and our family at home.

So on this day of family togetherness, when we are reminded of the bounty we are all graced with, be it the giggle of a small child, a warm embrace with a loved one, a warm blanket and a snuggle in bed or a simple "I love you" spoken ever so softly, I ask that you enjoy your day... and that you love the ones you're with.

And maybe spare a few minutes to help feed the less fortunate...

being thankful

For love...


The love of a child, a soul mate, a parent, a true friend...

For lessons learned along the way.

For everyone who has come into my life, even if their actions or words have been hurtful. From them I have grown.

That I can see my loved ones' faces... feel their hands in mine... hear their voices.

For the moments that bring giggles... even when its not "appropriate".

For my freedom. Freedom to stand up for myself and speak my mind... and the men and women that sacrificed so much so that my voice can be heard.

For songs that make my soul smile... and soar.

And for learning to love myself. Finally. I am beautiful.