ThanxBot gratitude reminder app’s page for thoughts, musings and inspirations of gratitude.
Metaphor alert: This is a tale of a “house” and the “stuff” inside it that took over our brains. Feel free to read that alert as “This tale may or may not be about a real house and actual physical stuff, because a house happens to be a damn great metaphor for a mind.”
And it’s about gratitude. It’s always about gratitude.
My house was built in 1903. It is a large Victorian family home, “farmhouse” Victorian I believe,
I was awake earlier. Boom—now I am not. Miraculous winter sun bends its way into my upstairs office, where I haven’t been in days. I have online classes to work through, marketing plans for ThanxBot to investigate and implement, fall cleanup to get to (it is March), spring cleanup to work my way around…
Today, my randomly generated Thanx suggestion was “streets.” OK, boring, yes? NO! I LOVE love love streets! Yet I rarely think of them in and of themselves. Do you?
What can one say—imagine ancient streets of Rome, yet today teeming with citizens and visitors, shops, vehicles, smells, sounds, LIFE extending straight for
I mentioned to my away-on-travels daughter that I had eaten the first salad picked from the garden last night. She was thrilled and wanted photos of the garden, so I obliged. I got low to the green rippled row of romaine, focused in on the filling pea pods, caught the light just right on the thyme, the baby tomatoes, the prickly opening artichoke.
They were lovely photos of a lush vegetable garden, but when she oohed and aahed I realized
