Thursday, November 22, 2012

Counting my blessings to counter bad news

I got news today that someone
Who treated me badly
Got away with it.
This made me feel like a loser.
This made me feel invisible.
I railed against the universe.
I railed against myself.
I spit out my bitter tears
Wiped off my angry brow
I sat down
And counted
My blessings.

Here they are in no particular  order:
  • my little island with it's hidden corners were you can go and walk along the water's edge
  • my friends who accept me for who I am and still like me. A smaller circle these days but appreciated even more.
  • a daughter who reminds me that I am an okay mother
  • works that let me make without an alarm clock or run through rush hour traffic
  • the dogs who are goofy during the darkest hours and make me laugh
  • my house with it's fireplace, sunlight, warm windows, garden and trees.
  • nice neighbours who don't share any walls or ceilings with me
  • my body despite the aches and pains. Special thanks to the liver.
  • my grocery store that serves up fresh food all week long
  • my earring collection -- the first jewellery collection I have had 
  • Pickle Weasel because he reminds me that keeping your mojo is important
  • knowing that the horrible place with the horrible boss and horrible pay is in my past. They didn't deserve me anyways.


  1. That is a great list. I'm so proud to be one of your friends, She. Here's to new beginnings!

  2. Thanks my friend. I forgot to add Pickel Weasle -- because he reminds me that keeping your mojo is important.