Facing east, I stretch my spine upwards – the sun barely risen. The air is crisp, with a hint of Californian warmth. I notice the elephant tree is in full bloom, large and glossy pink blossoms hanging heavy from its branches. Beyond it, the mandarin tree is getting ready for its December bounty.
I run through a series of sun salutations, with Portia trying to claim some space on my yoga mat. We have the same fight every morning: while Ottie respects my space and occupies himself with watching the horizon, Portia is hellbent on impeding my down dogs and my stretches. She knows it’s too early in the morning for me to get mad so she perseveres. In fairness, she could use the exercise.
As I look at the dawn turning into a placid morning, I take a mental inventory of everything I should be thankful for and I acknowledge the list is long. So long, in fact, I feel ashamed at my good fortune. No – it’s just that I have become more adept at skimming over what is not good, what is not working while emphasizing what glitters. Like all the words I have ever read or written. Or the good love of the good people from the four corners of the world who make my life richer.
I hope your list is also long. And, whether you will be stuffing yourself with bland and overcooked turkey or not, Happy Thanksgiving.
Image: on the way to the Vatican, Rome November 2016