Continuing my Eὐχαριστέω - Multitudes on monday

Thumbprint

(poem by Eve Merriam,1916-1992)

In the heel of my thumb

are whorls, whirls, wheels

in a unique design:

mine alone.

What a treasure to own!

My own flesh, my own feelings.

No other, however grand or base,

can ever contain the same.

My signature,

thumbing the pages of my time.

My universe key,

my singularity.

Impress, implant,

I am myself,

of all my atom parts I am the sum.

And out of my blood and my brain

I make my interior weather 

my own sun and rain 

Imprint my mark upon the world 

whatever I shall become.

Continuing my Eὐχαριστέω - Multitudes on Mondays

436 … Being shown where I can make changes, starting with me
437 … Being questioned ß having to have a good think
438 … Listening to life stories – finding common ground
439 … a good burp
440 … “Vices” uniting across oceans
441 … Gethsemane – my way to faith
442 … Choosing joy
443 … The golden rule
444 … Young heads bent in prayer – an ageless position for mankind
445 … Rocks, symbolically filled with life’s garbage, thrown vigorously in to the deep sea
446 … Moments of giggly silliness
447 … The awesome feeling of trust
448 … The sun reflecting, sparkling, in the sea
449 … Kindness – good ”old fashioned” kindness
450 … Being each other’s angels
451 … Trusting good colleagues – age no matter
452 … Writing – even when never read
453 … Crocus
454 … chaffinches
455 … Unknown cat trusting our neighborhood, getting some well needed meals
456 … Confiding
457 … movie night
458 …  Stone oven baked bread  (baked with flour of durum)
459 … buying a ticket for someone – because I can
460 … Seeing the engagement ring on the finger of Mr. Right (most of the time not there because of work)