This Thing, Called Love

Gratefulness in a Time of Suck

I sometimes forget to be grateful. I have a practice. Sometimes I engage it, but don’t feel it. Sometimes, and more frequently since engaging the practice, I find myself in a flow of genuine happiness that comes with something akin to love. That Queen song’s lyrics, “called love, I just can’t handle it, this thing…” Is love gratefulness, or is gratefulness love? It feels like archery. Ahh, Cupid explained? If one never practice archery, one will never hit the target. Well, maybe there are some people who can pick up a bow and launch an…