Love that line!

I've become stormy and difficult, mean and sad. If I was confronted with someone like myself I'd feel so sorry for them. Then I'd get bored by them, and then I'd hate them for their sad, sad story. Each day I start out wanting to do better, to be kinder. Each day I fail.

— from The Possibilities
a novel by Kaui Hart Hemmings



Thankful Thursday: Frivolous

On this Thankful Thursday, I am thankful for the frivolous fancies for nearly free (I'm also thankful for alliteration):

• Watermelon. Just $5 for fresh, crisp, summertime bliss.

• Tickled Pink lipstick. A pick-me-up at only $6.

• A card from a friend that made me sigh, then cry, then smile.

• Cashmere sweater in chartreuse by Neiman Marcus — at Goodwill, for $7! No holes! No wear!

• Sunshine, swimming, reading, a long stretch on a beach blanket — free, free, free, free.

The best things in life are (nearly) free. Yes, yes, I'm all cliches.

It's Thankful Thursday, and I'm counting the ways.

Please join me in this weekly pause to express appreciation for the big and small things in life — people, places, things and more. Gratitude generates gratitude. The more you see, the deeper the joy.

What are you thankful for today?



Do you know the Oracle?

Don't you love the Bibliomancy Oracle?

It fits all my criteria for fun: simple, immediate, poetic.

Try it! Just focus on a question or concern, and click the magic green orb for your "divine message."

Writer Reb Livingston is the creator of Bibliomancy Oracle, a site that offers over 2,500 prophecies divined from literature. She's also the author of the poetry-novel Bombyonder. Reb (short for rebel?) calls herself a writer without a genre, and I think the Oracle is uniquely inspired.

At Push Pull Books, I invite writers and artists to share their favorite books on a given theme. The latest edition features Reb and three favorite books on Oracles and Dreams.

Go ahead, get some divine inspiration, literary style.


Thankful Thursday: Chance & Cheer

Woman Ironing (Silhouette) by Edgar DegasAll week I collected cheery thoughts.

I am thankful for this, this and that. I adopted the simple satisfaction of one who lives lightly, writing: small bird, blue sky, watermelon.

You know, the kind of pollyanna blather that drives you crazy if you're feeling less than cheerful.

This morning, I was in iron mind: slow and firm. The world felt full of clamor, too many opinions and expectations, and I just wanted to fold towels and iron shirts. The mind and body reaches for order.

You can't rush an ironing job. Or, you can, but your wrinkles will reveal a hurried mind.

No one irons anymore. My nearest dry-cleaner, 25 miles to the north, has shut down, as has another shop 25 miles to the south. I'm pressing my shirts, knowing that no one within 50 miles is dressing smoothly. Don't worry, I don't iron my jeans. That's just weird.

I use spray starch. I like a crisp collar. It's probably bad for the ozone, but rumples are bad for my mental health.

Leaning into my task, I think of pressing on.

When I was a teenager, my uncle and I attempted suicide on the very same day. We weren't close and he lived worlds away, but for one day we were connected through our own desperate acts. One of us survived.

So much of life depends upon chance. And wrinkles. And a good balance of cheer.


Gratitude. Appreciation. Praise. Please join me for Thankful Thursday, a weekly pause to give thanks for people, places, and things in our lives. What are you thankful for today?



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