"You are the trip I did not take; You are the pearls I cannot buy; You are my blue Italian lake; You are my piece of foreign sky." Anne Campbell 1888
Friday, November 7, 2008
Gratitude
I just got back from running three miles this morning. Today's gift was a beautiful fall morning. As I stepped out the door the north wind greeted me, chilling me instantly. While running I watched leaves race across the streets. Fall is the time of year when mother nature paints with intense colors for a few short weeks, then switches palettes and paints with white. Fall is when people use food for decorations in different sizes and shapes of orange. Last fall semester I learned something that continues to haunt me. Each year 11 million people die of starvation. That is like the Holocaust happening every year! You and I are not one of them. How fortunate we are to live in a land choice above all other lands, a land of plenty. To have your health, family (such as they are) and cherished friends is the truest wealth. We take so much for granted.
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Wow, Aleta, you have such a great way with words. I appreciate your sensitivity for Fall! I Love it and it has been such a good one this year.
That was very poetic, Mother. (You're a poet, and you didn't know it, but your feet did...they're Longfellows, ba da bum kshh!) Interesting fact about the amount of people that starve every year. It's sobering. Funny that you had such a great experience on your run. I went for a walk the next morning after (I must be your daughter) and had the very same experience. :)
Look at you go! You should post more often. ;0) My favorite thing to do when I go running in the fall and I see leaves racing across the road, I like to go and jump on them!!! It has a very satisfying crunching noise. Mwaa haa haa!
Fall is a beautiful time of year, I wish that it lasted a longer here. Hope you are well- Love You
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