Gratitude
When I started this post, a week or more ago, I was sitting in a hotel somewhere near Los Angeles, while
Lately I've been getting my kitchen mojo back: not just the courage and desire to cook anything other than ramen (and sometimes not even that), but the ability to taste a new recipe in my mind, to cook on the fly, to put together a week's worth of menus, to run a kitchen. Those are skills I learned when I was a child, and I never thought I'd lose them. Then for a long time I never thought I'd get them back. I'd broken where I was strongest.
Now I have a batch of whole-wheat challah in the oven for Thanksgiving dinner. In the morning I'll make stuffing, while
The ability just to do something -- to have an effect in the world -- makes me rejoice. I haven't always felt that power, been able to exert that will. I'm so grateful I've found that again despite all the difficulties of this past year or two: ( Collapse )
The election news is also a cause for rejoicing. I feel like I can breathe now. I was pretty badly triggered by the GOP war on women. It's one thing to have reasoned political disagreements or even impassioned political disagreements. ( Collapse ) Now that the electorate has rejected those policies, I can breathe a lot more freely.
So I am thankful that 53% of the country isn't as insanely conservative as most members of my family. Thankful that I have friends and chosen family, as well as my blood kin. Thankful that I'm coming out of this long dark tunnel. Thankful for love, life, challah dough.
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