11.26.09 happy thanksgiving!



My house smells like cinnamon and sage, and is toasty warm. Other than a quick jaunt to the gym I am spending the day in my jammies with my hubby and the critters...taking not only a holiday but a sabbath of sorts, to hang and daydream and plan. While I miss my extended family, several weeks on the road warrant some quality turkey time at Chez Rahree.

I started this little blog when I left teaching in 2006. And in the fall of 2007, I started a little gratitude exercise...listing five things daily for which I was thankful or grateful. The exercise has really shaped how I view my day...not in an "omg what am I going to be thankful for today?!?" manner, but in finding, discovering gratitude-inspiring things on a daily basis, both shallow and profound.

Finding with ease, without having to look very far.

I'm reposting two big globs o'gratitude...some from this recent audition tour, and some from November 2007. Not found in these lists are the names of the folks who read and follow up with me, via comments or emails or phone calls. Nor will you find my gratitude at having a spot to write about hubby's grad school trials, the passing of my dad, the struggle of leaving the job I thought I'd keep for my natural life, the trials of housetraining a puppy in the dead of winter, and the joy and pain of moving on my 35th birthday.

Rather, I should say that you'll only find those things if you read between the lines...

Here's my more-than-five. Read them. Pick the ones you like. But only take a few minutes...use your other minutes to hug/call/write the folks you love.

And here's mine to you. *HUG*

Recent:
  • Sunrise, reflected by skyscrapers.
  • An opportunity to talk about my dad with folks who knew him. Wow, the missing never goes away...
  • Premature nostalgia.
  • City lights at night.
  • People watching.
  • Music. Well done. Of all genres.
  • Reconnecting.
  • Surprises.
  • High-floor hotel rooms with views. I lucked out.
  • Feeling caught up to a degree, instead of perpetually behind.
  • Having the opportunity to visit NYC, but not needing to live here.
  • The prospect of reconnecting with friends.
  • A relaxing evening in.
  • Meeting cool new people.
  • Being surprised.
  • Inspiration.
  • Belly laughs.
  • Caffeine.
  • Happy accidents.
  • Hotel beds.
  • People watching.
  • Falling into a weird, but workable, routine.
  • Homecomings.
  • Traveling.
  • Coffee.
  • Sleeping in.
  • Sunshine.
  • Generous, heartwarming hosts.
  • Sea air.
  • Celebrity sightings.
  • Butter. (OMG I've eaten a cubic ton in two days. SO GOOD.)
  • Homecomings of every sort.
  • Cool fall evenings.
  • Candy corn.
  • Early bedtimes.
  • Comfortable shoes.
  • Gratitude.
  • Sharp cheddar cheese & red wine. Heaven.
  • Puzzles. (Damn good thing, actually.)
  • Polaroid cameras.
  • Seinfeld. Still finding reruns I've not seen.
  • Rainy fall days.
  • Family.
  • Having one person in the world who can make me shoot beverages out my nose....er, keep me humble.
  • Coffee. Being awake pre-dawn demands it.
  • A sleeping house.
  • Doing something nice for someone else. (Studies show it makes you feel better - even than retail therapy. I believe it!)
  • Clear blue skies and the smell of woodsmoke on an autumn day.
  • Almost completing the Eat. Sweat. Blog challenge! 6 more days!
  • Color.
  • Spice.
  • Preparation.
  • Autumn...boy, I love it when nature acts like a hussy! Those reds and golds are awesome!
  • Neighbors. Impromptu after-work chats are the best.
  • This + this = perfect on-the-go lunch. For me, anyway.
  • Fuzzy slippers.
  • Cloves.
  • Caffeine. I can't tell you how much better today was with one extra cup of coffee!
  • Crisp autumn weather.
  • Boots.
  • Challenge.
  • Counting down.
  • Tim Roth. Lie to Me is fabulous, and I caught (a younger) him over the weekend in Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. Awesome. (I could go on.)
  • Knee socks.
  • Freshwater pearls.
  • Hot tea.
  • Preparation.
  • Football and movies on the tube.
  • Puttering around the house.
  • Fleece.
  • Spiced apple cider.
  • Having an environmental excuse for staying in all day.
  • Beautiful October weather.
  • A plethora of magazines in the mail.
  • Inspiration.
  • Quiet help.
  • Daydreaming about saving the world in tiny ways.
  • Mulled cider.
  • Nesting.
  • Warm laundry.
  • Getting organized.
  • Naps.
  • Strong, fabulous female role models.
  • Comedian pets. Henny Youngman ain't got nothin on my boy.
  • October weather...it seriously doesn't get any better than this.
  • Bread and butter.
  • Reading... finally making a dent in the book.
  • Cinnamon. Nothing brings back the autumns of my childhood like a healthy dose of cinnamon. I think I'd wear it as perfume if I could.
  • My fleece jacket, aka The Woobie I Can Wear In Public.
  • A warm kitchen on a cool day...is there a better place to be?
  • Cooking off recipe. Nice to have a starting point, even nicer to try the path less traveled by.
  • Nesting with my boys on a lazy Saturday. Heaven!
  • The last sandal day of the fall...you can feel a boot-auguring edge in the breeze.
  • The sound of outside...no music, no tv, no radio...just leaves and cars and neighbors.
  • Crossing things off the to-do list.
  • An agenda-less Saturday. (Well, officially agenda-less, anyway.)
  • Feeling like there's a little bit of magic in the air...
  • Casual Friday!
  • Fuzzy slippers.
  • Hot tea.
  • Good, challenging workouts.
  • Cinnamon.
  • Reconnecting.
  • Nostalgia.
  • Thai food. Sooooo tasty!
  • Purple corduroys.
  • Absence making the heart grow fonder.
  • Compassion.
  • Ginger tea.
  • Knee socks.
  • A change of scenery.
  • Blue herons. (we woke one up this morning - must've had a 6 or 7' wingspan. Beautiful.)
  • Musical collaboration.
  • Checking items off the to-do list.
  • Solitude.
  • Coffee.
  • Evidence of the divine. Some mornings it's impossible to be without faith.
  • Open windows.
  • Toasted pignoli. You could put them on pasta or something, but you can also just shove them by the handful into your mouth. Not that I'd know firsthand...
  • Sore muscles. Evidence that I'm working. Painful evidence, but evidence.
  • Having the clicker all to myself for an evening.
  • Baths.
  • Starting something new.
  • Learning.
  • Cuddly kitty bellies. Should be a controlled substance.
  • Clean bills of health.
  • Casual Fridays...hellooooo, jeans!
  • Cinnamon.
  • BOOTS!
  • Windy days.
  • Autumn skies.
  • This song - perfect for singing on said windy autumn days.
  • Returning to routine.
  • Crisp fall air.
  • Tea season. Yum!
  • Skipjack peanuts - addictive lil' buggers.
  • Family.
  • Suffering eased.
  • Reaching out of the comfort zone.
  • Chocolate granola. (Should be illegal.)
  • Great music.
  • Memories.
  • Found objects.
  • Football season!
  • An excuse to get hubby into his tux. Mwahahahaaaaaa!
  • Celebrating.
  • Letting the breeze be my blow-dryer.
  • Guilt-free loafing.
  • Ripe tomatoes. I didn't even eat them until I was in my very late 20s. Mom, you were right; 'mater sandwiches are GOOD. (That 'poof' sound was her head exploding.)
  • Encouragement.
  • An extra day to hang with my boys.
  • September weather...there's nothing more beautiful.
  • Unwinding with a cup of tea.
  • Homemade gazpacho from a fabulous colleague.
  • The urge to create...and, more specifically, bake. With cinnamon.
  • Spending my evenings with my men, of both the human and furry persuasions.
  • Time for reflection.
  • Unbearably beautiful days.
  • My two silly four-legged comics.
  • Clean laundry.
  • Contentment.

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From November, 2007
  • The opportunity to walk to work.
  • Band-aids. (see #1).
  • Deep connections to friends.
  • Raspberry tea and rugelach.
  • Conversations that change the way I look at the world.
  • a favorite song on the alarm.
  • the sound of rain bouncing down the sides of high-rise buildings.
  • camaraderie.
  • in-room coffee.
  • the cosy feeling of a grey day.
  • The shimmering city lights from the top of the Empire State Building.
  • The new album by Griffin House.
  • Ligurian food. Who knew?
  • Freedom.
  • Spontaneity.
  • Crazy, vivid dreams.
  • Sunlight reflecting off mirrors.
  • Storypeople.
  • The wide-awake feeling (sans caffeine) of walking in brisk air.
  • Openness.
  • happily waking up before the alarm goes off.
  • new experiences, large and small.
  • beautiful architecture.
  • reunions.
  • funky colored tights.
  • honest conversation.
  • dark chocolate and caramel.
  • reconnecting.
  • Rossini and Mozart and Handel.
  • silly movies.
  • Stolzman playing Copland's Clarinet Concerto - the easiest, most pleasant way to wake up. (It practically guarantees a good day...I'm not sure why I don't wake up with it more often...)
  • An extra hour of heavy, dreamless sleep.
  • Shades of grey, both literal and figurative.
  • Autumn.
  • Good health.
  • Home. (Wherever, and whatever, that might be.)
  • Lightening up. In every way.
  • A wonderful, curiosity-filled childhood.
  • Good books.
  • Gem├╝tlichkeit.
  • Fuzzy slippers.
  • Relaxing.
  • Feeling useful.
  • HUGE piles of newpapers to catch up on - with lots of puzzles!
  • Mischief - of the benign sort, naturally. ;)
  • The incredible generosity of strangers.
  • Perspective.
  • Raking leaves on a crisp autumn day.
  • Tea.
  • Courage.
  • Crazy dreams. (I dreamt that I had been tatooed from mid-calf to toe with colorful, symbolic designs. I didn't remember actually agreeing to the ink or having it done, but I was OK with the result. Weird.)
  • Bad late-night movies.
  • Beauty.
  • Good looking buns.
  • Trivial pursuit. I totally suck at this game, but when I know an answer I feel like a million bucks.
  • Reunions.
  • A hotel room large enough to do yoga in. My back is MUCH happier!
  • Starbucks baristas who call your drink by your name. Today I think I'll be Lydia. Or Ingrid. Or Esmerelda...
  • Autumn leaves... the colors are so striking this fall.
  • Familiarity.
  • The first flurries of the year.
  • The last airplane ride of the tour.
  • Homecomings.
  • Belly laughs.
  • Eggs. Dis - ***-oriented. And all the other sayings that have made it into my personal vernacular.
  • Autumn leaves in the wind.
  • Easy companionship.
  • Good music.
  • Macaroni and cheese.
  • The light at the end of the tunnel.
  • Sunday afternoon football games.
  • Flannel jammies.
  • People who take care of me, even when I don't realize I need it.
  • Raking leaves.
  • Early bedtime.

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