thankful tuesday - champagne flutes and poetry
It's Thankful Tuesday at Micha's place. She has a lovely list of holiday travel gratitude and a picture of her dad with a stuffed dog on his head. I have other things:
The continued entry into easy grace. Last night we did chores, ate dinner, picked up Venti coffees (decaf!) and spent the evening talking through Christian Smith's The Bible Made Impossible. (Fantastic book describing how we Evangelicals have elevated the Bible beyond its place and made an idol of it. Yep. He went there. BAM.)
A good morning hunkered down in Comfy 2 (the other comfy chair that we bought for reading - sadly, it's not actually that comfy, but it works in a pinch and was a cozy spot yesterday) journaling through some stuff and thinking and praying and the like.
Breakthroughs. A bit of my soul that's been struggling just sort of... clicked. Or shifted. Or something. No fanfares or angel choruses, just a quiet release/embrace and now here I am. A new place. Very cool.
Champagne flutes. I washed them all up after our Twelfth Night party. Even the kids got to have their sparkling cider in real glasses. All lined up on my table, they just make me smile. Champagne flutes are tall and elegant and filled with sparkles. They make me think of elegant ladies in formal gowns and long gloves. Love them.
Dinner poetry. MM and I have started reading and talking through a poem each night at dinner. He loves poetry. I enjoy it, but have never been the sort to just pick up a book of poems and read. This gives him the chance to experience one of his great loves and gives me practice at consuming poetry, which, I think, will make me a better human being. Poetry does that.
I'm thankful for more things, but a second cup of coffee and my new journal are calling me back to Comfy 2.
What are you thankful for today?