Gratitude #6

O-kee-do-kee
I'm grateful for REALLY SMART people, people whose brains are full of stuff that I'm not even smart enough to comprehend. It takes a lot of pressure off of the rest of us.

"One way to study dark matter is to measure baryon acoustic oscillations. When the universe was still in its infancy it cooled sufficiently for baryons to separate from photons." Huh?!? That quote was from an article in the Smithsonian about the biggest mystery in the universe. It's wonderful that there are those out there pouring every particle of their being into passions so intricate that most of us have no idea how to even follow their thought processes.

Bet most of you don't know what a bodkin is...

Gratitude #5

...Perhaps because of my occupation, I'm grateful for the sound of silence...
- a mountain valley after a new snow dump -
- my car, off, no tunes -
- an empty classroom -
- lake quiet on a raft or canoe -
- camping, just before dawn -

Gratitude #4

I'm Grateful for Gut-Busting Laughter

Gratitude #3

My Bed - soft, snuggly, love it.

Gratitude #2

HOT WATER

I like to run,
I like to hike,
I like to ride my little bike.

To til the earth,
And plant a seed,
Makes joy within my heart succeed.

But when it's done,
My task complete,
I seek relief for aching feet.

To gain new birth,
I fill the tub,
And soak my bod, my nails I scrub.

With water drawn,
As hot as fire,
My skin submerged I will not tire.

Gratitude #1

I am grateful for satelite photography and the ability to zoom in and zoom out of photos (Google Earth) from space.

Less than a dot in the Universe, less than a speck on our magnificent blue orb, we exist. Zooming out with satelite photography, puts in check the insignificance of that little worrisome mole on the back of a hand, the rediculously imposed importance of shower scum, or the perceived all-powerful control the little ants of humanity hold over Mother Earth.

Zooming in diminshes differences between feet strolling toward a sweet treat in Bombay, or Bagdad, or Brigham City. The zoom-in gradually clarifies the mass that is recognized as North American, the Rocky Mountains, the Great Salt Lake, Provo Canyon, Cascade Park, my crooked-line 1120 E. / 1100 E. street, the simple rectangular lines that contain family, me, my mole.

Gratitude - Ten Days

I think it can be done. For the next ten days, I will post one thing each day for which I am grateful, in no particular order, claiming no guilt for anything left unrecognized, unrepentant for trivialities or excesses.