What Is a Blessing To Me
I am counting all the ways, even if I don’t understand it
What is a blessing to me?
Waking up in the morning,
Breathing in another day,
Water
What is a blessing to me?
The pitter-patter of my dog’s feet
What is a blessing to me?
Music,
Dancing with wild abandon,
Silence
What is a blessing to me?
The wind and the rain on my skin and the snow,
Summer
What is a blessing to me?
Walking barefoot,
Trees and dust and beetles,
The smell of freshly cut grass,
Dandelions
What is a blessing to me?
Children on a tire swing,
Dinosaur band-aids
What is a blessing to me?
Laughing at my jokes even if nobody else does,
Ice cream
About the Creator
Ute Luppertz ✨
I am an animal lover, a meditator, and a wisdom keeper. I live my passion through writing about life and animals and working as a pet death doula and animal communicator.
You can learn more about me here: petspointofview
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Ute, this lovely piece encourages us all to think about our own blessings and count them. Thanks for sharing!
Yeah, actually some blessings are very weird