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Weekly Gratitude

It's a Monday morning and I've been sitting at my desk since 5:00 reading Victorian elegies.  These Victorian poets can really rope me in emotionally - they have a way of juxtaposing the harshness of life with crushing beauty, and more often than not they leave the tension unresolved.  Death and sorrow are always closely linked to life and joy, but there's the feeling that all happiness is cruelly ephemeral.

The sun just came up down at the end of Trumbull Street and came streaming into my study, and it pierced my heart with a shock of gratitude for this new day.  I am grateful this morning for the abundance of hope I feel for my uncertain future, and that even though I don't yet know my next steps, for the time being I have landed in a place where my greatest joys are my daily tasks.  We have another cold and sunny week forecasted in New Haven, and I am so glad I get to spend it doing the schoolwork I love so much.

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  1. "I have landed in a place where my greatest joys are my daily tasks"...

    This has to be the definition of gratitude in so many ways.

    As ever, you make me smile Miss W.

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