I am grateful for the memories I have… it is interesting how memories smooth the rough edges of the past. We slip into them like a big comfy king-size bed. I have memories of great rock n’ roll albums, warm open friendships, beer and weed. Maybe something a bit more for those weekend nights. The…

I am grateful for communication. We stumble. We’re so human. What did I hear this morning? Dang it; I forgot the phrase. It was beautiful. Speech and Listening. Ebb and flow… freedom. I am grateful for all the voices I heard today.

This morning I awoke, grateful for the view from my window. Tonight, I remain grateful for it.

I am grateful for the Holy Spirit that guides me forward through the darkest of nights. To date—I’m still here.

I am grateful for the many souls that participated in tonight’s Just Dinner event, supported by the Racial Justice Task Force. I think we’re going to be okay.

I am grateful for the amazing people I interact with every day. Healing, falling, learning: all Grace. Why point fingers to problems? They’re all within to be healed. Keep stepping, my friends. (I’m also grateful I’m still trusted to produce ARO)

I am grateful for Rage Against the Machine. Never has their energy, their lyrics, resonated so strongly, so deeply, for me.

I am grateful for my strength Decisions made Leave choices behind And ships sail from harbors Only once Returning different From when they first roamed And I am grateful for those That inform me Tirelessly Sea gently ebbs And flows Lapping against wooden sides As I watch the Breaking softly, quiet dawn

when I pass i shall take music with me the notes of the symphony i listened to the instrumentation the piece in which i played all the harmonious chords the single notes rests dischord off notes it is a beautiful piece i am grateful for music

I am grateful for miracles. I don’t understand them. I’m not sure I recognize them. I believe I feel them. And I have faith that they heal. As I’ve read; “Miracles are natural. When they do not occur something has gone wrong.”

I am grateful for the breakfast with 3 Breakfast at Habibi’s

In the inconvenience of my attention span I trip and stumble over the pass Ing grade of my imagination Trepidation pouring forth like A cascade of luminescent dinoflagellates Dream like state, floating effortlessly Through the ocean of my life Ebb and flow Tidal I ease back under The waves of mutilation I am grateful for…