Blessings

This morning finds me very grateful for the resource rich world we live in. For two weeks, we have washed, rinsed and dried our dishes by hand. It became needful to do the entire process manually when our dishwasher died. While waiting for a replacement, everyday I would go and fill up the sink with hot water, soap and with my hands wash everything. During this time, I never failed to think of how lucky we are. To have hot water at our finger tips whenever we so desire it. To have clean water of any temperature, that we know is safe to give to our families, humans and animals alike. Thankful to have dishes to eat on and thankful for having food to eat at all. It is all the little blessings of our everyday lives that make our existence so exquisite an experience.

I pour a glass of milk for Briar Rose and dust it with a little cinnamon. My heart swells with gratitude that my daughter with only ever know the pain of hunger as a momentary discomfort, eased the moment she turns to one of the Clan and asks for an apple, a cup of mint tea or a box of raisins.  Thankful for the life that makes Rose's naked ramblings around the house her choice and not her fate. Within easy distance, I can produce a clean and sweet smelling dress or tunic. We are blessed to have all that we do, blessed to have so many in the Clan who work toward a better life.

We count our blessings, every one.
With joyful hearts, when day is done.
We know of love, were 'er we roam.
For here is our very Heart of Home.