Peter and I biked to guitar lessons this morning in a fog. We pedalled through a cloud in a dreamlike peacefulness. Humidity’s touch on the tip of my nose and back of my hands awoke my senses with a white awareness.
The fog lifted by the time we headed home. I was thankful for that brief cloud-like experience. It seemed to have refreshed my eyes. The morning stone beauty of the Old Town captivated me with a “pinch-me-am-I-really-living-here?” moment.
I am grateful today to be living in France for this short year. I am thankful for the opportunity to live a different perspective. To experience a different land, language, and culture.
I’m also thankful for my two new recipe books which came in the mail from Amazon. I enjoyed creating a delicious nutrient-rich vegetarian meal for supper. I’m in love with the promises a plant-based diet has for my family.
Before bedtime reading, I asked my brood what they were thankful for. Here are their answers:
Peter: Thankful for school and guitar.
Susan: That we have a good life.
Edmund: Thankful for Peter’s guitar, and I hope that he learns more. I’m happy for school. I hope I learn more French. And I hope I’m doing awesome at my drum.
Lucy: I’m thankful for the Advent candle that we light at supper since Sunday. Thankful for school and learning a second language.
Brian: Thankful that I have a good property manager and that we have good landlords here in Agde.
“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.”