Gratitude & “Touching Hunger”

 

Today is Thanksgiving in the year 2022. I am grateful beyond words to tell you – if you’ll forgive this moment of self-absorption on my part – I’ve published a paperback book on Amazon called, “Touching Hunger.”

The book’s a collection of some of the short stories and poems written over the years. The earliest piece is a poem, In All Times. I wrote it when I was 15, right after my father died August 16, 1969, sitting on his bed as I wrote.

Both stories and poems carry the patina of character-study in their tapestries.

Many of you have been reading this blog over the years. Knowing you’re there makes my life a better place to be.

As we move into this New Year, be kind to each other, please. I’ve never heard a single soul complain there is too much kindness.

On the Walk: People Waving


Long walks on country roads are nutrition for the soul; drivers who wave to you are tonic for the heart.

I love those warm fleeting moments of connection. Smiles traded with people of all ages, connections in life that momentarily free us from our daily routines. Reminders that we do exist, people waving confirming we are here, we are noticed, we count.

Today walking I remember a darker time in life. I am driving down the right hand lane of a two way street, now slowing to let a car join the traffic stream from a parking lot, the driver waving to me, me holding fast to the moment. Someone likes me. Someone likes something I did. That must count for something. Wondering then if perhaps on dark-heart days I should drive up and down roads and let other drivers join the traffic stream because they will wave to me and iat least in the flicker of time I will have meaning, to someone.

Now, on the long country road walks, I am the full and complete me, still enjoying, no, still cherishing the exchange of waves and smiles.

People waving to each other. A good thing. We need more of it.

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