such a thrill when the ride is done

I’m grateful for the ebb and flowI know that is how life goToday I’m feeling strongTomorrow it all go wrong And I don’t careThrow my hands in the airIf people stop and stareThat’s their ownI’m already homeLiving like a king; a dog with a boneTo pickIrreverent as hellSuck my dick P.S. this song is so…

I am grateful for the weekend with Bodhi… I am grateful for a full day’s work. I am grateful for the wise words I heard; wisdom from youth. I am grateful for the faith I hold that there is a day coming when peace will be uninterrupted… Happy Day

it’s been a wonder full day… i’m grateful to be going to sleep

It’s July 1978. I must have had a job at the time because when I got home, my mom lectured me about the fact that i had lied to her, and now she couldn’t celebrate the day with me… a lesson i am still slowly learning the importance of. i think eddie money opened; followed…

Hmmmmm……. I am grateful for the day that was: today. I’m grateful for the two moms and three spotted fawns that calmly grazed outside the kitchen window… I’m grateful for another evening checking in with my brother. I’m grateful for my daughter asking my for a favor; ’cause that’s what fathers are for. I’m grateful…

Today I am grateful for work… It’s taken me a while I think… some years, perhaps – but I finally am getting back to my love of labor. Well, I’ve never been out of love with labor – I just forgot how much I do love it. Onward:

I am grateful for evolution; the natural process of nature continually moving toward perfection. I have faith the process is completed, in the place beyond time and space… It seems a difficult journey. Yet its natural process, because it is natural, can only arrive at a single destination: eternity. It is our lack of knowing…

Even when I was at my lowestWith nothing left to giveI gave to you my allSo that you may, still live And even when you plunderedI would feel the rainAnd underneath your dying breathI breathed in your pain You squander looks and attitudeA quibble on the floorRolling blankly ‘cross the kitchenBlithely out the door Even…

Gratitude isn’t a stretch… it’s simple. Sometimes just breathing… a sunny day… Getting one’s blog post in early. The little things.