The wine she drinks is made of grapes

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... grant us, in our direst need, the smallest gifts:
the nail of the horseshoe, the pin of the axle,
the feather at the pivot point,
the pebble at the mountain's peak,
the kiss in despair, the one right word.
In darkness, understanding."
-Lois McMaster Bujold, _Paladin of Souls_

I am grateful for the smallest gifts.

Grateful for my health, my strength, my balance,
my talents, my interests, and my core values.

Grateful for patience and thoughtfulness.

Grateful for the little black and white cat with
the kink at the end of her tail, who crouches on
my leg with her claws lovingly sunken into my knee.

Grateful for a new year to live more life in.

Grateful for those many people who have shared, or
will share, their own sound and vision with me.

Grateful for salt and gold, for drumbeats and tea,
for books and music, for nighttime and sunshine.

Grateful for the gift of laughter. And of touch.
For the memory of fulfillment, and even of longing.

Ah, she's moved now. Or is it I who is moving?

Oh soul, you worry too much
-Rumi