I fell asleep last night filled with gratitude.
Suddenly I was overwhelmed and enwrapped with gratitude. I was flooded with the thoughts of how much I had to be thankful for, starting with returning home after a hard and successful work week at Ditch Camp, finding home and horses and guests and business well and in good hands thanks to an angel called Beka. Safe and warm and comfortable in my bed after a decent meal and a hot bath, I consider how much I have to be grateful for, starting of course with the dearest of all to me, my son and husband; then my health, horses, work, and home; stamina which allows us to work as hard as we do, and love and patience which are underlying most everything we do, the path that drives us, why it all works.
Some days I don’t see it all; I take it for granted. My bones will survive another crush from the horses foot, our guests will be happy to be here, and the mountain will be as spectacular today as it was yesterday. I count on these things to be there, as sure as the sun will rise in the morning and set at the end of the day.
What is the difference? What makes us suddenly stop and see and remember how much we really do have, how much we have to be thankful for? Exhaustion? I suppose that was the case last night…
Oh, it was a good week. Take a look at this:
We’re finally complete with the section of ditch bank we’ve been working so hard to fix. Not sure if you recall how this section of ditch looked a few weeks ago, blown out and washed down by the force of water from the flow blocked by fallen dead trees along the bank. With hands and horse, we moved about 30 tons of dirt and rock into place, and built the section back better than it was before.
I know, it’s just digging ditch… but whatever we do, we should take pride in our work, and see beauty in the world around us. I see one beautiful ditch!