MJ tells me that Bart Robertson was the inspiration for the breakfast nook. It has become our favorite place for meals. I look out on the land, and MJ looks at Saint Francis. She thinks that the rockrose growing around and above Saint Francis discourages birds from settling on his head. I haven’t scrubbed him down in months.
Instead of saying grace, we have the habit of a pause before eating to hold dear ones in our hearts and to remember our blessings. I was thankful this morning for a spirit of gratitude, and for the small things that gladden my heart and lift my soul. Mike Jones was undoubtedly the inspiration for this prayer.
Small things like a glorious sunrise about 7.00 this morning. I tried for a picture but the light was backwards. I will hold it in my memory.
A Year at the Snake 