When I started this Grateful series at the at the beginning of 2012, I had no idea of how it would work or what shape it would take. In that first post, Grateful 52, I wrote: I can’t help but wonder what our world would be like if more people took the time to give thanks – to themselves and to others. Thanks for the little things that make life worth living. Thanks for the people in our lives who keep us sane. And thanks for karma – who will, at the end of the day, make sure that all wrongs are righted. Six years later, I’m still grateful. This regular practice of gratitude enriches my life and marks the closure of my week.

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2020 Grateful 35: Saturday morning smells

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My mother has a bit of a reputation about the village. No doubt…

2020 Grateful 36: All about the orange juice

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I'm beside myself with an enthusiasm I lost sight of about six…

2020 Grateful 37: Birdsong

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Meet Maryjane. For at least the last 12 or so years, she's lived…

2020 Grateful 38: Bale bunnies in Zalavár

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A couple of villages over sits the village of Zalavár. Zala…

2020 Grateful 39: Watching

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A friend of mine commented in conversation (WhatsApp) last week…

2020 Grateful 40: One chicken and a bucket of yellow paint

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When yet another friend posted/wrote something about having to…

2020 Grateful 41: Could we wake up to a better world?

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I'm on the train back to the village, having spent 24 hours in…

2020 Grateful 42: Memories of Rabbitt Carter

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Walking down the village to mass yesterday, I noticed three women…

2020 Grateful 43: Grateful - the film

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I'm back in my happy place. Since I got up this morning, I've…