This week, I’m so grateful for a yoga class this morning – the grace, the joy that enters the body when we turn our breath, our attention to it tenderly.

Grateful for the light returning, returning.  Grateful for this corner, with new fabric on it.

Grateful for this story – Ella went to the library with a babysitter, built a cello out of legos, and proceeded to serenade the children’s room.  So last night we got out (what else?) my cello from storage – grateful for a chance to play it again.

Grateful for the creative juice that seems to pour out of us these days.

Grateful for Ella’s sudden delight in walking around in the snow (at last!), and pleasure in taking hay out to the animals in their paddock.  Hi girls, hi girls, she says to the ewes.

Grateful for friends old and new.

Grateful to have made it through a few particularly hairy days with Ella – reminding me of Catherine Newman comparing being with toddlers, sometimes, to being pecked to death by ducks.

Grateful for this space, and for the reminder to take photographs, which in turn, remind me to see beauty.

Wishing you a lovely weekend, friends.  I have more things to share here than I have time to share them, but I’m going to do my best!