At times I “take stock” of my own mortality and the experience of waking up, alive and relatively well. The sound of my little dog just waiting for me to arise and pay attention to the wagging tail and desire for food and care. That I am safe and able to feed myself and the day ahead is ripe with tasks and choices to make. Another day of life. I am a lung transplant survivor in the midst of a pandemic. I am still here and doing well. I am grateful for today.

From where I am right now, look around and find something to appreciate, and then something to be grateful for and love myself for being able to recognize what I am privileged to experience. I am here.

A friend offered to bring me groceries so that I can stay inside my home and avoid exposure – and brought 2 bags to my door and stayed but a moment to grace me with love. Just when I was running out of supplies, someone reaches out to offer. I am grateful to be remembered and supported with gracious simplicity. I am not alone.