An Acrostic Poem for Gratitude

I recently participated in Gratitude Week 2017, an annual offering from the lovely Michelle GD.  It was a week of reflection upon blessings, both large and small.  During the week Michelle also posted an acrostic poem on ViewFinders, a photography site that she contributes to.  in her post she expressed a desire to see what we would include if we were to write an acrostic poem on Gratitude.  I decided to give it a try.

{An acrostic poem is easy to construct.  You pick a word and write it vertically on a sheet of paper and then next to each letter write a word or sentence that begins with that letter.}


Gifts of the season.  Any season, really.  The muted tones of winter, yellow buds of daffodils in spring, deep verdant green of summer,  the burst of warm colors each autumn, every season enchants and delights me.


Renewal.  The start of the new year, the turning of the page, fresh vigor after a restful sleep, I am thankful for the opportunity to begin again, to start anew.


Apples, in all their iterations.  Apple pie, apple crumble, apple sauce, apple butter, apples and cheddar cheese...the list goes on.  Come September you will find my crisper filled with Macoun apples.  They are my favorite apples, bar none.  


Tea is my go-to comfort drink.  I start my mornings with a cup along with breakfast and the newspaper.  In the afternoon you will often find me seated cozily on the couch with a steaming cup warming my hands and a favorite magazine on my lap.  And, of course, tea always tastes best when sharing a pot with a friend.


I love the inception of an idea, that moment when as an artist I begin to imagine the possibilities for the canvas in front of me, that a-ha moment, when a spark turns into a flame.


Tealights.  Especially during the winter months.  The soft glow they cast, chasing away the gloom of a too-early evening, cheers me.


Updates from these three.  Two of my girls live overseas and one in Brooklyn.  Whether it be by phone, Skype, WhatsApp, or simple text, I relish our conversations and always look forward to hearing from them (although nothing beats spending real time together as a family).


Dog.  Not just any dog but this guy, our Popeye.  Our little man.  When he's good he's very good.  When he's bad, he's...well, you know how the saying goes.  Mischief maker, charmer, endlessly inquisitive, I am thankful daily that he came into our lives.


Enamored.  I am enamored of so much; my husband and daughters, my family and friends, sunrises, sunsets, the phases of the moon.  These are all big and wonderful parts of my life.  But I am also enamored by the small things, the (as Michelle GD so eloquently describes) tiny, tiny moments.  The delicate skin of a garlic bulb, the skeleton of a hydrangea.  The tap, tap, tap, of my fingers on my laptop, and the slow steady chimes of our clock.  Popeye's paw on my knee, my husband's arm draped across me as we sleep.  All this and more, I love and am thankful for.

And you?  What are you thankful for?  I'd love to know.

If you would like to see Michelle's original post click here.  You'll be so glad you did.


Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention. 
Be astonished. 
Tell about it.   ~Mary Oliver

It was a trip I had been anticipating for months.  A week in London, visiting my eldest daughter.  Throughout the week we talked, we laughed, we shared stories.  We went to the theater, explored Oxford, practiced yin yoga at her favorite studio, had high tea with her friends.  It was lovely.

Since Kate had to work, I spent most of the week exploring London on my own.  I had thought about bringing my trusty Canon with me to photograph the sights, but decided instead to just depend upon my iPhone 7+ and was pleased with the quality of the shots.

Marylebone Neighborhood, near the street where she lives.

Kensington Gardens

"london is a roost for every bird." ~Benjamin Disraeli


Because I was traveling solo, I was able to visit museums to my heart's delight.  Over the course of two days I wandered through the National Gallery of Art, The Victoria and Albert Museum, and The Royal Academy of Arts, where I saw an amazing Matisse exhibit.  I got about mostly by walking and taking the bus, and never tired of the street life.

The Royal Academy of Arts

Chalk art outside of the National Gallery.

Piccadilly Circus

P {for Pantry}, where I stopped for a cappuccino and pain au chocolat

"If you're curious, London is an amazing place." ~David Bailey

One of my favorite days was spent at Covent Garden.  When I set out that morning, I had no idea what to expect.  In my mind I was picturing a traditional English garden.  You can imagine my surprise when I arrived and discovered instead a bustling hodgepodge of shops and restaurants.  

Tucked down an alley near Covent Garden was Neal's Yard, named after Thomas Neale, a vibrant and colorful hodgepodge of herbal remedy shops, smoothie cafés and New Age shops.

"London opens to you like a novel itself.... It is divided into chapters, the chapters into scenes, the scenes into sentences; it opens to you like a series of rooms, door, passsage, door. Mayfair to Piccadilly to Soho to the Strand."

~Anna Quindlen, Imagine London


During my final morning we took a walk through Regent's Park.  We strolled past playing fields, a pond, canal and Queen Mary's Rose Garden.  Although it was long past their season, many of the roses were still in bloom.

"London's like a forest... we shall be lost in it." - Mary Elizabeth Braddon


My trip ended all too soon, especially the time spent with my daughter.  Although I was happy to return home to my husband and Popeye, I am already looking forward to when I visit London again.  There is so much left to see of this beautiful city.