I love the alphabet.  I love A's and B's and C's.  I am entranced by the letters Q and R and G and K.   And of course I admire and respect D, E, F, H, I, J, L, M, N, O, P, R, S, T, U, V, W, X and Z.  And sometimes Y.  Y is quite a lovely letter.  I love it sometime angularity and sometime graceful curves with little curly-cues on its tail.  I love how it can be written fully above the line when capitalized or dip below the line in cursive script.  And the little y is delightfully playful to me.  

But why would I say "....and sometimes y"?   Think about it.  Remember way back in grammar school (or primary school, elementary, lower school, or whatever they call it these days) when you were learning your vowels?   They were A E I O U and sometimes Y.   Y is quite a versatile letter.  Why, (another form of "y"?), Y even speaks spanish, meaning "and" as in Juan y Juanita!   You can come to a Y in the road, also known as a fork.  It can stand for yeild.  

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I have to say that I am grateful for the alphabet, and sometimes Y.  It is a marvelous creation that helps us communicate.  It is fun to write the letters.  It can be an artistic endeavor.  Calligraphy comes to mind.  I am not sure why we restricted ourselves to just 26 letters.  Here are two sentences that contain all the letters of the alphabet.  They are called "panagrams"

• The best known example is "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog." A more efficient pangram is "Pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs."  
•                                          From http://grammar.about.com/od/words/a/notesonthealphabet.htm

A more comprehensive history of the alphabet can be found here:
http://www.ancient.eu.com/alphabet/

Today I am grateful for Y and for ALL the letters of the alphabet, A through Z.  

I am grateful for color.  What would my world be like without it?   It enhances ever experience, accents every feeling, reflects every mood.  It gives life its joie de vivre (joy of life).  I know I am so very fortunate to see and feel color.

I recently painted the interior of my home.  Years ago I had painted everything white, navajo white to be exact.  It was a pleasant, neutral color (or lack of color), that reflected who I was at the time.  That's not me any more.  I am colorful.  Yep, me.  The inner artist is emerging.  No matter how hard I try to supress it, it will out.

My living room is yellow, happiness, hospitality, light.  My dining room is red, hope, passion, happiness.  I hear red stimulates the appetite.  My den and bedroom are shades of green.  Spring, peace, tranquity.  My bathroom is blue.  Life-giving, good health.  What's interesting is the somehow knew these things innately without studying a chart like the one pictured here.  This makes be realize we just need to listing to our intuition when coloring our world.

Ultimately, I know that color is indeed one of the things for which I am most grateful.  It is one of the ture blessings of life.