Gratitude, that old topic. Really, I was thinking, there must be a new take.

I could talk about how grateful I am for the people I love, the land that supports us, my mini-labradoodle, Bleue, who just turned 14…, but it’s the hard stuff that makes gratitude more interesting.

It’s so much easier and in some ways, more natural, to complain about the hard stuff. Because it’s hard.

But then again, maybe that’s a missed opportunity. Maybe the big shift looks something like finding ways to be grateful for the difficult people, the hopeless institutions, our own tangled, impossible minds.

Maybe that’s how the light gets through.