Thankful Thursday

My real life friend, Kimberlee, shares a list of things she is thankful for sometimes on her blog. I love lists and have thought about penning some of my own. We'll see how it goes.
I am thankful for…
Family time; giggles, imagination, simple pleasures
Technology; photos, small world, and access to books
Airplanes that allow us to travel this vast world in such a short time.

Wordless Wednesday - Last leg of RTW: JED - CDG, CDG - SLC, SLC - BIL, BIL - MSP, MSP - NRT, NRT - BKK, BKK - DOH, DOH - JED

Tree in the forest

People have long wondered if a falling tree makes a sound when it falls in the forest and no one is there. That is like my pondering about foot massages. 

Hold on. It isn't that big of a leap, once I explain. This past week, as I have had nearly daily foot massages, as I wrote about here, I find my thoughts returning to the forest and the falling trees. Does one enjoy a massage to the same extent if you fall asleep?

I am sure that the long term benefit to the body is the same, asleep or awake. I may take more enjoyment in the actual receiving of the foot massage than the long term benefits. This being the case if I fall asleep I miss that enjoyment.  (Plus the observation that the quality of the massage decreases when the recipient is snoozing. 

So,  cousins - trees and foot massages. 

Something Right

There are many things at our school that are far from exemplar right now. I am not dwelling on the negative here. My reflection from today is how refreshing it is to be with a group of people from a school that I find myself to be envious of and yet there is still something that we are doing 'right' and they strive to get there. It is refreshing to remember that we are doing something, even several somethings, right. 

Wordless Wednesday - Alms Giving with a family in Luang Prabang

Awakening Senses

The flicker of the TV catches my attention

from beyond my eyelids.

I must realize I am in Luang Prabang because

the thumping that begins is the sound of the monks pounding on their drums. 

Why are they pounding so early?

It must be later than I realize. 

Wait a minute, there is no TV in this hut

My eyes peel open. 

The flickering continues

and is punctuated by actual flashes of light in the deep night sky. 

Perhaps I doze,

maybe not. 

I awake to the first sound of pitter patter on the roof,

the splash in the large tropical leaves. 

I love a storm. 

Looking at the calendar

This is my last post as I am shutting down this blog. Thanks for reading.