It’s late; I haven’t written anything but notes to myself all day. I’ve spent some time learning new things: lectio divina, examen prayer, sabbath rituals, starting a photo project. . . . . It’s been “a week.”

It started with a migraine. Can I say how thankful I am for migraine rescue meds? Monday was a killer with an aural migraine accompanied by the pain (or was it the other way around?). Anyway, I couldn’t see anything clearly.

Then Tuesday, it was storms all day, rain so heavy I could not see past the back steps and winds that seemed as though they could push my small home over on its side, or perhaps pick it up and take me to Oz. I am thankful for safety through those storms. And then, that evening, while I was heating some leftovers for supper, I looked out the kitchen window and saw this:

I am thankful for the rain; we needed it, and the ponds have more water in them than they have had in quite a while. I am thankful for these blue skies and the light on the clouds.

I am thankful for those leftovers! It’s hard to cook for just two after cooking for two growing boys and one husband who grew up as a member of the “clean plate club”–which meant that there were no leftovers! (Tonight we are have a smorgasborg of leftovers from this week.)

Small things, I know. Still I am thankful.