Today I felt grateful for so many things it’s hard to know where to start. 

I went for a run.

I spent time in an art supply store.

And a bookstore.

And I went out into the country with my husband and daughters and mother-in-law to cut a little Christmas tree.

The sun was so warm and bright and we had a picnic and the girls ran around in a maze and pet the goats and roasted marshmallows on the little log fire the farm folk keep stoked. It was so relaxed and easy and fun. 

And somehow there was still time this afternoon to read and nap and cook a really good meal and sit around the table and talk for a long, long time. Some days are like that.

And that’s what I’m grateful for.
The spaciousness of a single day.

So often we feel so constrained by the hours offered up — there aren’t enough of them, we say. We feel so rushed and harried and busy and still, at the end of it all, not enough got done and we get tired even thinking about tomorrow. So when a day like today comes along — so generously — I really notice. And feel grateful.

Happy Saturday, friends.
Namaste.