Gold

I give thanks for watching the sunset stripes yesterday evening turn from gold to crimson.

I give thanks for remembering that everyone has some gold in their heart...but that there are cases when you may need such specialised equipment and skills to mine for it it may be best just to take it as probably there!

I give thanks for events reminding me if people seem thoughtless or unkind they are probably nursing some wounds and worries of their own and the best you can do is try not to give hurt back...or pass it on...or absorb it and think that you deserve it in some way. If they fail to find and treasure your gold, well you can feel some sympathy for their lack of equipment and skills but you don't have to let them chip away at your soul for practice!

I give thanks that I don't drive as I would have been in too much pain to do so today and would probably have felt disenfranchised and undignified hobbling to the stop to get a bone rattling bus to the hospital...instead of grateful for not having to rely on fiendishly friendly and expensive volunteers. I give thanks for the beauty of the journey and the weather and my Walkman for providing an aural bubble to make public transport more of a transport of delight. 

I give thanks for an individual Higgedy pie in the oven, and a solitary soak in the bath coming up. I give thanks no humans will be harmed while I nurse my wounds and worries tonight.