It's a practice. I've heard that people who do yoga (unlike me -- apparently i just pay for yoga classes and never show up) talk about just showing up on the mat. Here I am, just showing up at the page. At the computer. In the basement. Near the laundry (some clean, some not). Here.
Still alive. Thank you.
wearing clothing that is mostly suited to the season, my life, my work, and my chosen color story. Cool.
As of yet, the lights are still on, the internet is still connected, the roof is solid. Amen.
In a home with people and animals I love. Hallelujah.
Today I worked at a job I enjoy. I even played with a puppy.
Today I ate clean, safe food and drank fresh, cool water.
My wife made me a killer cappuccino.
My child is sleeping sweetly after a bath, nutritious food, and a day of working and playing under the guidance of stellar teachers.
I can listen to music. I can read. I can walk down my street at any hour of the day, and no one tries to blow me up.
I put gas in my car tonight. I have a car.
There may have been ice cream.
I am so lucky. These are only a tiny handful of all the good stuff going on. The bad stuff, the hard stuff, the stuff that wakes me up at night -- that stuff is SMALL, in comparison.
I am practicing writing. Practicing gratitude. Practicing it all.
Sara Renee Logan has been telling stories to everyone who would listen since she was seven. She organized storytimes for her college roommates, and spent a year at Oxford studying folklore and folktales. Many years as a Waldorf teacher allowed her to tell stories about everything from Baba Yaga's hut on chicken legs to the water cycle to the life of Joan of Arc. Sara shares her life with her partner, Melanie, their son, and an unreasonable family of pets. She continues to share her love of storytelling and stories with audiences of all ages, specializing in bringing the wild beauty of folktales to young and old. Sara writes about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.