Watched a short doc this morning about the Pacific Crest Trail. The author of the doc ( and the main character) said that all the hikers on the PCT had the attitude that ” Everything is a blessing…”
It made me reflect upon what I am trying to accomplish with this blog.
Of course, I am writing for an audience in one sense. In another, I am trying to shift the constant mind-track of pessimism to one of optimism. Maybe, to one of happiness. Maybe, to one of joy.
There is something about everything being a blessing that rings very true to me. I can sense that it is out there, is already there, perhaps is the nature of everything. I cannot see it all the time. Not yet.
So… I am grateful again for fish tacos, for cold white wine, for mango salsa and the magic of limes. I am grateful for turnip (rutabaga) fries.
I am grateful for the joy exuding from my dog every playful moment he is outside. It is on his face, in his wagging tail and in his happy trot.
I am grateful for quiet moments sitting and eating with my wife Paula.
I think I will call my daughters.