Very grateful for~

God desires more for me than i can imagine
mint leaves in ice cubes
a fresh sage-butter sauce
Ruby’s tail-wagging
home-made memories
Betty’s gift to pray with abandon
meandering
coming back from behind 0-4 in tennis yesterday…perhaps a metaphor for off the court too?
Barbara’s kindness

Why are we weigh’d upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown; Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber’s holy balm; Nor harken what the inner spirit sings, ‘There is no joy but calm!”— Why should we only toil, the roof and crown of things? The Lotos Eaters, Tennyson (lines 57–69)