about how I was grateful I'd thought of some things to say... my perennial gratitudes for the little comforts and conveniences of life so easily taken for granted...and the ever changing wonder of weather and light and sky and sea...
about how I was grateful I'd invented some imagined purposefulness for my day and how grateful I was I was aware of the lameness of it even before reading this article over my morning cup of tea
http://www.cracked.com/blog/6-harsh-truths-that-will-make-you-better-person/
I was going to say I was grateful I'd made a spicy stew to simmer in the slow cooker, and about how grateful I was, given the amount of garlic within, that no one would be stealing a pre-Christmas kiss...
I was going to say about how I was grateful to join the little crowds gathering to watch a helicopter land on the green, and the organisation of clearing bystanders and traffic, and manoeuvring of helicopter and ambulance so the trolley with the casualty could slide swiftly and safely inside....
...until the trolley finally emerged onto the tarmac with not only the casualty on board but one of the helicopter crew astride them giving constant CPR as they were wheeled along and as the flight took off and wheeled away into the air...
And nothing I could think of to say seemed to matter any more...
But I'm adding some of the beauty I saw on the way home anyway. Because if my time comes like that, as well it may, surrounded by strangers...just another day at work for some, a little drama in the day for others, I'd like to think that someone took a little time to honour me as a passing soul...
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