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I’m grateful this morning for a cool breeze at my keyboard, after days of steamy weather.

Oceanside artist, La Jolla, CA. (Hadi Dadashian photo)

Capturing the Pacific on canvas: plein air artist, La Jolla, CA. (Hadi Dadashian photo)

I’m grateful for the fragrance of coffee brewing, and for the anticipation of a bright day ahead.

I’m grateful to be living in peace.

I’m grateful to be alive, now, in this place and at this time.  I’m ever-thankful for the freedom to write — to write near the Pacific Ocean, and to write whatever, however, whenever I please.

Hadi and I have been traveling the West Coast for the past decade, and we’re thankful to have met so many creative, wonderful people.

We’re grateful to work here, and to enjoy the company of good friends here.

Our gratitude stretches to the Canadian coast, where our family lives.  And it spreads across country from this Washington to our family in that other Washington, D.C.

Our gratitude stretches across Canada, my home country — the place where we wed — and to other continents, where more family and friends live.  It’s the love of family and friends that saved us, and holds us, always.

We’re grateful to live in love, here, and far.

I began this blog two years ago, on the eve of the 10th anniversary of 9/11, to share gratitude.  I wanted to share the joy so many others share with us.

Today, I’m ending it to concentrate on spreading gratitude.

We hope you’ll join us in sharing gratitude, and giving thanks, at our new WordPress blog: planet gratitude.

With gratitude, Kathleen Kenna