When you find yourself appreciating something – at any time, or even multiple times, in a week – I hope you will try to capture it in a note, photograph or any form that strikes your fancy, and send it to us. If you get it to us each Thursday at 5pm it will be included in the next day’s post. (See left side bar for the link to send your submissions.) See this week’s entries below.
If you missed getting in your submission earlier in the week, but would like to chime in now, please leave a comment below! I can’t wait to hear what you are appreciating!
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This week I’m appreciating simple pleasures, like jumping on a trampoline with Griffin and his sweet friend, Cory. (Forgive the fuzzy pics – I was jumping at the same time!)
- Stacey
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In my own life: I appreciate how a woman I met briefly on the “tube” in London England in 1989. Her name was “Francesca of Turin.” She wore a red dress with a matching red wool cape (it was December). At the time I was studying literature and theater and acting in a play at a small theater in Kensington. But every night I was waking up at 3 with poems rushing through my head. I’d have to write them out of me before I could sleep again. At rehearsal the next day, I’d be exhausted. “Francesca” actually approached me in the train car and said to me, “You are conflicted. Choose the thing you love the most, and you lose nothing.” When I arrived in Leicester Square, it was pouring rain and I went into a pub for a cider, I noticed people were walking through a small door in the wall and not coming out. I decided to go in. Ralph Fiennes (before he was famous) stood at the top of the steps. He’d directed a one-woman show called Sylvia, about Sylvia Plath. I bought a ticket, sat down, and when the actor playing Sylvia said, “I’m going to be a great poet,” she looked into the darkness right at me. I finished the run of the play I was in (aptly called Betrayal) then committed my life wholly to poetry. Francesca was right. But I’ve lost a lot along the way to becoming a poet. These losses made a poet. What I lost I was supposed to lose. Today, I’m grateful for Francesca of Turin in her fabulous red outfit.
- Laura Hope Gill
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Today I’m appreciating my sweet friend Bunny, who is really good at insisting that I take breaks!
- Kelly
