I believe in being prepared for any given situation. It isn't because I'm a pessimistic person; I think it is just good common sense. Hence, I've entitled my blog "Even Nothing is Something."

This covers my butt in any event. On any given day I can feel great exaltation that I have done something grand. I can scribble fiercely when my thoughts are leaping across the meadows of my mind like a happy little colt in the month of May, or my mind and writing can be as dry and arid, as cold and without life, as the Gobi desert - because even Nothing is Something.

I want to thank all of my fellow artists who work through other means and forms and who sell their work on the wonderful artist's site "Etsy," a place to buy and sell all things handmade, along with vintage items and supplies for their craft. They are a great group of people.

Those who have links to their site on my blog represent only a few of those whom I wish to include. Just click on one of those links and join the Etsy community. It is free. They are a great group of artists who have relieved me of my money in the most delightful of ways. If it weren't for their encouragement, I would have never shared my work through this blog.

Thank you my darling friends!

Enjoy my blog - The Poet or Not - More or Less

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Gratitude List Sequel

26. I am even grateful for my lovely apartment provided through Housing and Urban Development. Some people are living in the streets.
27. I am grateful that, even with all of his limitations, for we all have them, that Bruce takes care of me physically and emotionally with a generosity that knows no bounds. I am so very grateful that he, with compassionate interest, often helps to provide for my sister, Haley, Allen, even my mother and father.
28. I am grateful to live within the boundaries of a country that offers a freedom not enjoyed by the entire globe.
29. I am grateful for the forces of nature that teases me with rain, snow and sunshine.
30. I am grateful for the view outside my window. I can see the mountains and remember the deer, the bear, the turkey and the baby foxes that made me laugh, the squirrel that Manny loved to chase. I am grateful for the memory of the morning ritual of opening the door for Manny, while he charged outside, me hollering, "Go get 'em Cowboy!!!" Ah. . . so many memories of my Dobie, Little Man.
31. I am grateful for a good cup of coffee, a glass of wine and a burning scented candle. I always said that if I have those three things, I feel rich. But, I must also have books! "A room without books is like a body without a soul."
32. Although I stubbornly fight them, I am grateful for the tears, the sobs that can cleanse my inner being and bring about a newness, a calm that enables a fresher look at life.
33. I am grateful to have known the sound of the percussion made by the wind-chimes outside my bedroom window.
34. I am grateful for the sound of the Great Horned Owl who frequented the forest about me.
35. I am grateful for the sound of the crickets during the night and the bass of the frogs who resided by the lake, the Katy-Dids that added their music and the short and long horned grasshoppers who scratched a tune, for the little toads who sought refuge beneath my porch during the hours of daylight and trusted us to hold them at night, peering at the uniqueness of their species.
36. I am grateful for the nighttime cry of the Whip-or-Will who chose to nest behind our house. And, for the red tailed hawk who took up residence in our woods.
37. I am grateful for the unusual friendship with a Praying Mantas who made a certain Rendezvous unforgettable.
38. I am grateful for the singular day with Little Man in the rain, when we were spontaneously joined by an elderly gentleman who just had to grab his umbrella and follow our walk home, sharing our silliness and joy. I am grateful that I made him smile and for the final wave before he departed.
39. I am grateful to have witnessed the once in a lifetime sight and sound of a moving hive of bees.
40. I am also grateful to have seen an entire hive of bees settled into a bush to rest before they continued on their journey.
41. I am grateful to be able to hear the sound of music.
42. I feel grateful for all of the choices in life and to fear not death.
43. I am grateful for something new in my life. . . f riendships developed through a web-site named Etsy and for this blog that will offer me opportunity to express myself and find others who, like me, want to share their gift with the world.


  1. The tears are streaming again. You've made me realize I need to slow down long enough to appreciate all the joys in my life. I get so caught up in work (both day and night jobs) that I forget the little things that always gave me joy in the past. I promise I will sit outside tonight and listen for my barred owls to talk to me. I do love their hoot. To heck with the damn jewelry.

    I'm glad our paths have crossed Caryn. You're a special lady and I'll be the better for knowing you.

    Much love

  2. I am so glad you started this blog. I've always said you are one heck of a woman! And yes I will agree with Mags "you are SPECIAL".
    Wildlife is awesome. I had gotten involved watching, listening and photographing birds one year due to a friend's interest and especially since it gave me so much joy after losing several loved ones within a very short time and the combination of very stressful and arguing times with other loved ones. I would go outside & sit on my deck to listen & watch ....Life is so short so make sure ever minute is used and enjoyed to the fullest possible. We are only dealt one deck. I, myself became a very different person. And you know what my close friends and family members thought I flipped, until I made them sit there with me.