I am grateful for Skating Polly… For the opportunity to enjoy one of my favorite bands In the Ivy Room Tonight

I am grateful for the seasons and the reasons for wanting a rest when I’ve failed my best when I drop the test I am grateful for the peaks The energy that seeks restrain and reform the company born with the winners and forlorn I am grateful for the will with us still The will…

I am grateful to be learning to Love anybody all the time

I am grateful my brother is unavailable right now. It gives me this time to complete this post… And thus mark yet another item of today’s todo list. Read between the lines, bitches!

I am grateful tonight for the story I heard… 9 minutes into episode #1971 of the JRE with Howie Mandel (Syd always said 1971 was the best year)… I hear of Richard Pryor taking the stage and pouring all of life’s painful reality out into the world for all within earshot to experience… and it…

I’ve said it before… I imagine I will so again. I am grateful for my brother. I am really grateful for the gift he gave me last week with our blog posting… It saved me $5. More then that, though, I am grateful for the continual connection we share for excelling, healing, and becoming conscious….

I look out over distant oceans Seeing sand castles on a hill And there is not boat waiting But I am standing here still Children’s laughter sprinkled memories She tossed her hair As she ran down the stair Nobody was sayin’ life is fair Smoke leaves traces of life once lived Smells and soot fill…

I am grateful for this video I just saw – embedded below. #church View this post on Instagram A post shared by Business | Motivation | Technology (@wealth)

I am grateful for the young woman Who made a mix tape for me And introduced me to a music that Was on the cusp Of blowing up She was incredible

i am grateful for seeing both sides of the coin for feeling both sides i am grateful for the joy i feel right now it was a trying day

I am grateful for John Lee Hooker and the beautiful blues experience he gave me many a decade ago in a heated, sweaty, local music house with wood floorboards and a low, raised stage that night, my friends, the blues screamed and raged and shuffled softly in a melancholy groan legs shaking eyes glistening and…

Storm blew through A Broken stump where once a tree grew Powerlines crossed with fallen wood Powerless around where a tree stood So, I am grateful for the people that work hard during, and after, storms blowing through — to restore power for me and you. I am grateful we got our electricity back on…