On cold evenings

My grandmother,

With ownership of half her mind-

The other half having flown back to Bohemia

Spread newspapers over the porch floor

So, she said, the garden ants could crawl

As under a blanket, and keep warm,

And what shall I wish for myself,

But, being so struck by the lightning of years,

To be like her with what is left, that loving.

~Mary Oliver

we can always help each other along the way….

inquiry for today~ what is it like to put others’ first?

how is true love expressed?

Grateful hearts truly love.

Grateful hands reach out.

Grateful eyes see generations.

Grateful minds imagine big ideas like justice, peace, and health.

Our world needs no less than grateful living.

~Katie Steedly Curling