Reposting this from last year in honor of my deep gratitude for the simple gifts I've been given.
There's a cat in my lap on a cold and cloudy morning
and tea from a place I have never been,
wooden chairs, wooden floors, wooden tables
from trees I had no hand in planting,
water from the earth pumped by a well
I did not install,
apples I did not grow in a bowl I did not turn,
milk and cheese from cows I did not raise,
hay I did not bale
in the barn I did not build,
birds' winter songs I did not write,
snowy tracks left by foxes I have never met.
All is gift.
Gratitude my offering back.
