today i give thanks for

students who inspire me

knowing i'm a teacher

orange and white flowers from trader joes dispersing joy and "female" through the house

dsl and my new computer

my feet on the tile as i take a bath so i can return the blood to essential organs

song

artichoke hearts

phone messages from men i'm deciding between

clean sheets and the smell of soap

warmth in the southern california air and sun on my head

a roommate who washed the house with love yesterday

the first steps of my patio vision enfolding in the side of my overgrown grass




but mostly, for this growing sense of a foundational muscle deep beneath my diaphram. it allows me to breathe in and out clearly, and to know that at the end of it all, it just may be ok.