Bits and pieces…
The most curious thing has happened. For days I have been thinking of writing a post on grief, on the positives and negatives, as part of the Pillowbook of Prudence. I began it today and was three quarters of the way through and Word froze… I had to force quit and lost the whole thing. I sat and looked at the computer and decided that Fate was taking a hand, that I am not meant to write such a post. That last week when I wrote about Spot it was enough. That it is better to move on. Not with denial, but acceptance.
that each day, one take a small moment for reflection and jot down five things that one could be grateful for in that day. Oprah’s idea was that no matter how black the day, how deep the depths and how hard it might be to keep one’s head above the water, there was always something, maybe more than one thing, that one could find for which to be grateful. 