The Little Things

by Jeffe Kennedy

Anyone who's read very many of my blog posts knows that I'm big on counting blessings. Not necessarily one by one, but because I have them at all.

Thus one of my favorite lessons from my one of my very favorite professors, who has since passed away. I've talked about it before, but I think it always bears repeating.

He said, when tragedies befall us, we raise our eyes to the heavens and ask, why me? But when blessings shower upon us, we never ask, why me?

I think part of this is because the blessings are so many that they pile up around us, like snowflakes, becoming part of the landscape of our lives. So, for my counting up of the plenty in my life, I'm going to list some of the little things.

Drowsy cats with soft fur.
Sunshine.
The way warm tea feels sliding down my throat.
A man's skin and the scent of soap in damp hair.
Clean sheets.
Golden leaves against a deep blue horizon.
The words flowing just exactly right.
Stretching.
A sudden insight.
Connecting with someone who lives on the other side of the world.
Stars.
A cold glass of wine on a hot afternoon.
A warm fire on a cold night.
Belly laughing.
Love, in all its endless forms and expressions.

I wish you all a week of plenty and blessings. May you be surrounded by all good things.