Let There Be Gravy

It's that time of year.  Thanksgiving is just a few days away and the holidays will fall in right behind.

Let me just say life is not all gravy.  And I do love gravy.  If I could have gravy on my gravy, with a side of gravy, I'd be a happy camper.  When the big things in life weigh heavy, it's important to relish the small things. Sometimes you have to look hard for the blessings, sometimes they are impossible to ignore.

I always give thanks for the dogs that grace our life and come to us for foster care.  But right now I'm irritated because Ms. Layla keeps trying to hog the recliner as I write.  My laptop is a bit dodgy and her bumping it causes my screen to go all wonky.  She just wants to be close, I just want to write and my gratitude went right out the door.  Time for a gratitude check.

As they say owning it is the first step.  So here I am.  I'll start with taking a deep breath.  Breathe in, breathe out and let go.  If only I could forgive and forget as quickly as the dogs do.  They are masters of living in the moment.

So this moment I pray to be more like the dogs.  I will try not to think too hard, to be thrilled when blessings, big and small come my way.  This day I will breathe through my irritations.  This week I'll try to be gentle with myself and others.  I'll give thanks because I know others pray for lives as rich as mine. And....I'll enjoy the gravy.  Gravy that comes in the shape of family and friends, our dogs, nature, hearth, and home.