ETA: sometimes cheetahs prosper ...
First of all, my husband okay'd the posting of these pictures - I'd fused them in my mind as a single image but the basic point is that he said yeahokaysure and laughed about it. So number one on my lucky-number eleven gratitude list for this season of Thanks is having these kind of images squirreled away in the first place.
Secondly? Way back in his early 20's Jim developed the spontaneous theory that The Guy(s) were supposed to cook all major holiday meals. I know that wouldn't be every woman's dream but, me? I'm all about Jim's spontaneous theory. I like to watch and arm chair quarterback his precise movements and, wow, this year we'll probably talk about baseball, too.
Third? Baseball. Who the fuck knew. Nuff Sed.
Fourth? I have family & friends who deal with my more extreme forms of self-discovery and co-creative practice. More often than not they have similar life passions. And peculiar little character traits. Heh.
Fifth? Is trite and overused but still quite true. Each one of us is entirely blessed to be living our particular lives. You know. In being clothed and sheltered and properly fed. And then building from there in any number of individual ways. Et cetera.
Sixth? I love my garden and all it continues to teach me. Am grateful also for each sunrise that I watch peaking into the northeastern edges of this space.
Seventh? I'm really grateful for the BJP project. This has been such a great structure for refining visual "voice".
Eighth? Connecting more dots on behalf of shrinking my stress level and living mainly by a code of quality time.
Ninth? On days when it's necessary, pain meds and muscle relaxers.
Tenth? Reconnecting a lot more firmly with my childhood love of embroidery.
Eleventh! Friendly Ghosts. You?
