Cold Rain, Fried Rice

The photo above was taken a few days ago at sunrise during a sweet walk with Bodhi. Today we have cold light rain and after the afternoon dog walk, ending in the dark, I made some fried rice for us. 

This early evening I’m so grateful for this simple, quiet life. I’m grateful for my kids for their aliveness and love. For my family for how they give this homeleaver in spirit so much space (granted my dear mom offers up a line with a guilt hook from time-to-time, but still…).  

I’m grateful for all the young people that I’ve known these past five-and-a- half years in the schools, so full of it, so resilient, and so unyielding in the face of intense adversity.

I’m grateful for my friends, mostly dharma friends, for their companionship on this dark road on this dark night. 

I’m grateful for my partner, especially for all the ways she challenges me and for how we love in such harmony.  

I’m grateful for all those who came before us on this little blue-dumpling planet and especially for those who lived and died so that we might have the opportunity to see for ourselves (with a silly grin):

Although this inconceivable dharma is abundant in each person, not actualized without practice, and it is not experienced without realization.  
– Dogen 

Happy Thanksgiving, one and all.