I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: A homegrown chicken is one of the best gifts. I honor the chicken’s short but happy life, and the women who raised it along with its flockmates with love and care, in a wholesome free-range setting. I’m grateful for the ongoing gift, which has made several sandwiches, a bowl of picked chicken ready for salad tomorrow, and the carcass simmering in the stockpot on the stove right now for future soups. It may be that my experimental commitment to vegetarianism is winding down. I’ve been eating meat when it’s offered but not buying or cooking it for myself, so in almost two years I’ve eaten meat only a few times. I’ve got to come to terms with the fact that I feel more energy when I eat a little meat.


I’m grateful for flow in the kitchen, using up a chicken day by day, or using up the last several meals by combining the last of the bread with the last of the avocado and the last of the Brie… and grateful for the luxury to live day by day with sufficient food that keeps coming into the house and moving through the fridge, pantry, freezer. When you stop and think about it, it’s a miracle.

I’m grateful for a fulfilling and meaningful week. For all the love and connection with friends and family in various contexts, for old friends and new, near and far; for teaching a motivated and engaged class the transformative skills of mindfulness and meditation; for access to inspiring talks, interviews, and creative efforts of people around the world.
One inspiration I’m especially grateful for this evening is the story of a stuntman gone horribly awry. After working all day I sat down to rest this evening and watched “David Holmes: The Boy Who Lived.” This is a documentary of the tragedy and resilience of the young man who was Daniel Radcliffe’s stunt double in the Harry Potter movies for a decade, from the initial Sorcerer’s Stone to the Deathly Hallows part 1. During filming, an accident broke his neck. He’s found the strength, spirit, and courage to reinvent himself as he’s struggled through the years with ongoing complications. Though comparisons can be detrimental, they can also inspire a healthy perspective: In the same way that David recognized that many people he met along the way had it far worse then he, his story inspires me to resilience with my own physical challenges and limitations. I’m grateful for inspiration.






