Gratitude List 21/11/22
My travels yesterday took me to a grand hotel. The staff were nice and chatted with me, despite the fact that I did not stay and have tea. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.
Working from Watkins today, I had enough time and discipline to send out a newsletter. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.
To my chagrin and secret amusement, within the said newsletter, the word exaltation somehow changed to exhalation. I am now wondering if perhaps my deep sighs of relief (exhalation) at escaping various escapades are just as welcome as songs of exaltation, to my ever-patient angels. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.
I always have the deepest gratitude for a place in Watkins. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.
This morning I walked with The Patterdale whose name is Flo, to St Giles Churchyard. It's a well-used space, and the air is often thick with dope, but today there were just pigeons having a bath in a puddle. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.
I am fortunate to have steadfast friends who steady me in my days. Deepest gratitude. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.
A client called in at the booth to say that a reading which I had given her some weeks earlier helped bring her peace. On a quiet day, like today, these words of encouragement are most gratefully received. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.
Cecil Court has Xmas lights and so does Seven Dials. These lights are softer than those in St Martins Lane. I am glad, that for the moment, the energy crisis has not diminished Xmas Lights. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.
On the way to St Giles, I passed by the falafel stand, which is actually a tent, it reminds me of a Sukkar. The people who run this stand which does a brisk business, are refugees, who once had professional careers. Every time I pass by I am greatly inspired by their courage and resilience. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.
For the sweetest of days, within which I was not jarred and felt received. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.