gratitude – All The Best

First Amendment

Dogs, large, small, mini

Tropical

I love clouds, but

You’ve heard me say that before

Downtown Pictorial

Vegan

My preference is veggie-forward plates. My stepchildren gifted me again with a vegan lunch. [Last month it was Le Botaniste.] I am delighted.

I love the silver goblet in which PeaceFood serves water. The waitress refilled my glass frequently.

Today, I took my gift certificate and went to the uptown branch of PeaceFood.

The flavors in a seemingly simple sandwich are rich and complex. I know how difficult it is to follow a vegan regimen.

I watched our son-in-law learn to prepare amazing, exciting dishes from a vegan cookbook. He had a knack from the beginning.

The two restaurants are utterly different. Each faces its veganism with its own style and invention.

Half-awake

I wake up every morning with a thought or circumstance to share.

There are ideas or feelings, moods or opinions floating in the air. They come up, arising as I awaken. Sometimes pulling me out of the semi-sleep of early morning.

I am urged to express. I am encouraged to share.

It is life’s gift to me and a sweet awakening.

Wabi-Sabi

Perfect in its imperfection!

I have been searching for this word, and today, it popped up in the NYT Mini Puzzle!

I first learned of this idea in a pottery class.

An intentional dent or ding was the suggestion forwarded by my instructor.

I never did carch the name of the philosophy until now.

This concept isn’t just a construct for aesthetics and the arts.

It is how we should embrace life.

Perfect in its imperfections.

It is a balance. Perfect because of its imperfection.

It is an intentional contradiction.

It’s past time

There is a point in life when we realize that there is more behind us than ahead.

We have come to the juncture when we won’t squander our time or reconfigure who we plan on being.

This may sound grim to those of you who still can experiment on your life’s path. Know that it is not.

It is a different kind of luxury.

For me, it’s a reflection-point. I am grateful for getting this far.

It is an unimaginable age; aka one I never thought of as being old because I was sure that 30 or 50 were old.

I have grown into my own true self. And I can still learn more about who that self is.

Here I am with less time and lots of time on my hands. All the time in the world.

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