Despite not posting, I have still been practicing gratitude in the form of noting the gifts each day has rendered.
11/7 Gift: Took the day off. Slept in a little. Finished laundry and packing. Parking and flight arrangements went off without a hitch. Saw a wicked pink sunset and brilliant bright moon through the plane window. Got picked up at the airport by a friend I hadn’t met in person yet, and we had a blast drinking good scotch and talking until the wee sma’s.
11/8 Gift: The view of the Colorado Rockies from my hotel window in the morning. Sleeping in and a rare hot bath/soak. Writing in the sunny hotel lobby. Rich conversation and dinner and prayer with dear and godly friends.
11/9 Gift: Sleeping in. Room service breakfast–a luxury. Reading and writing. The Chihuly exhibit at the Denver Botanic Gardens–wow!–and a phenomenal used bookstore, the Tattered Cover, with a friend.
Magnet, seen at bookstore. Funny, misspelling of O’Connor’s name notwithstanding.
11/10 Gift: Despite the early rising (in a different time zone, no less), and despite the gusting wind that rattled and shook the three-hours-delayed plane as it sat in the gate due to fog in SFO, and despite the fact that I didn’t get coffee until after having been awake for several hours…
…the sunrise was magnificent, casting a pink shade above the Rockies; and I got to see tumbleweeds roll across the tarmac, making me feel my Western roots; and we took off before the snowstorm hit; and the predicted bumpy ride was mild, as turbulent plane rides go; and I worked on an essay on the plane; and we landed at our destination without incident; and I get to spend a day with my best friend.
It’s all good.