This year, I was mourning and navigating the slow dissolution of a place I loved (including mourning the deaths of many animals) and then finding my way to my next step: launching a business. It was the fewest entries in the Sensorium in years, but there were still plenty of words for a gratitude poem -- and I am pleased to continue this tradition: writing a poem inspired by all of the things I have been grateful for in the past year for Thanksgiving. This, along with adopting a turkey from a sanctuary, is one of my favorite traditions. Gratitude Poem 2024: Making Connections Lars says: They found an isotope high up in the forest, buried deep inside a tree, that can only be found in the ocean, in marine environments by the sea, deep down in the dark. How did it rise into the light? Into the branches? A journey of salmon, eagles, and bears: We imagine. Here is something, we knew: We are connected, deeply and at distance. Yet, our paths remain mysterious. Renewed wonder ...