I like the thought of a Gratitude Journal..one that I can share with you..my friends here.

Lately I have been feeling this very fragile, but nevertheless real, break in the wall between my 2 middle adult children and myself..the ones that have gone to and still go in extensive therapy. I feel this warmer feeling..an openness..when we meet. One of them is my daughter (single with 3 kids..with heartache of her own)..it´s a small ray of light..but it´s there..from both of my kids. The other one is my 28yr old son..

Anyhoo..I am so grateful for this..I sort of thought that this would never occur.. or perhaps sometime in like 20 yrs or so. Or when I was dead and buried and probably didn´t care anyway.. But it kinda feels like the wall is moving..leaving spaces to reach thru..OH I hope..I hope..and I am quietly grateful for this..and hoping and praying..wasn´t there a really good song..way back when. called..Wishin´ Hopin´ ??