It’s On My Bucket List

Do you have one?  A bucket list?  A list of those places or things that everyone touts as must see or do before kicking the bucket?  (Which makes me wonder, is that how the term bucket list originated?) According to Merriam Webster Online, the answer is yes.)  Although there have been times I’ve said those words, “it’s on my bucket list”, I really don’t have one.  Yes, there are places I’d like to see:  the rolling hills of Tuscany, Glacier National Park, and a pyramid or two; and there are things I might like to do like hiking the Grand Canyon rim to rim, but rather than focusing on a list of hopes and desires, I’ve come around to a new way of thinking. While it’s good to have wishes and dreams, I don’t want to lose sight of the amazing opportunities and blessings that have already come my way.  Rather than a bucket list of wishes, I intend to fill my bucket to overflowing with gratitude.

Over Memorial Day weekend, Tom and I traveled down to the rolling grasslands of southern Arizona. In one short weekend, I have much to be thankful for:

  • Breathing the scent of pine while hiking to the top of Ramsey Canyon.
  • A deer standing on its hind legs, stretching to reach up to munch on the leaves of a tree.
  • Viewing the Kartchner Caverns Throne Room and feeling my heart connect with the heart of Mother Earth.
  • The small drop of cave water that plopped on my head – a blessing from the Earth Mother that made me smile.
  • Cheeky Monkey wine from the Elgin Winery.
  • Stumbling into the Cornucopia Café in Bisbee and enjoying a slice of gluten free toast with my salad.
  • Dining al fresco at the Velvet Elvis in Patagonia.
  • Javelinas, wild turkeys, and baby owls along Sonoita Creek.
  • Birds, birds, and more birds!
  • Tom’s patience while I struggled to keep up with him on the golf course.
  • The Singing Wind Bookshop in Benson.
  • Watching the sunset from the veranda of Rancho Milagro.
  • Finding a wonderful pet sitter to watch over our “fur children”.
  • The unbridled excitement of our pets when we returned home.
  • Sleeping once again in our own bed.
  • Family, family, family.
  • Friends, friends, friends.

My gratitude bucket could go on and on and, as I sit here gazing out my window, I think I’ll add the sight of the little finches whirling and chattering about the bird feeder.  I guess if I have to have a traditional bucket list, the only thing I’d wish for is a bigger bucket for all the things I’m thankful for.

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