Sunday Gratitude

This morning my 'morning pages' free association ran to gratitude. It's been a full day but nothing can top an expression of honest gratitude so here goes.

My life is perfect, I live in a fairy tale. Really, I'm grateful to be unencumbered by relationship, debt, physical or mental infirmity. I am young enough to feel good, old enough to be thoughtful and able to see form and to feel presence. These are truly my golden years. I have a job that has challenges but does not crush me. A son that I love who surprises me. I live in a wonderful port of the country where I can explore beaches and mountains. Let me be intoxicated--so says Beaudelaire . . .

Charles-Pierre Baudelaire sez

You must always be intoxicated.
That sums it all up: it's the only question. In order not to feel the horrible burden of time which breaks your back and bends you down to the earth, you must be unremittingly intoxicated.

But on what? Wine, poetry, virtue as you please. But, never be sober.

What's good about today is gratitude and celebration in all it's forms.