A Balance of Gratitude and Grief
As I sit curled up on my couch with an oat milk latte next to my dog in the wee hours of the morning, I am feeling flooded with gratitude. I have a beautiful home, filled with love and joy. It’s warm inside as the cold rain pitter patters on the windows. I have a kitchen stocked with nourishing food. I’m heading to a yoga class shortly, a luxury that I often forget is a luxury. Both my husband and I have steady income and we feel...