A couple of weeks ago I didn’t post a gratitude journal. I was all set to do the same today. After all, the little notebook where I write down my “gifts” had only a couple notes–I might as well skip it.
Now I know in my heart that there should be multitudes of gratitudes in every day, but to be truthful I haven’t been seeing them………….feeling them…………………..living them. No, I haven’t.
Then I read Ann’s_entry for this morning, and as usual, she
shamed er, inspired me. Though there are always setbacks, disappointments, and just plain lassitude, it is still good to write whatever few things I have gathered.
Gratitude is like a muscle, which will atrophy with disuse or grow strong and supple when used properly. I am setting a goal this morning to find a multitude of gratitudes in this day.
Gifts that make my life worth living,
gifts that make my moments holy.
Not gifts that I wish for,
but gifts that I have received.
Gifts that bring me back
into Joy and Gratitude.
sunlight slanting through the trees leaving stripey steel-blue shadows across the snow
seeing others enjoy my creation and receiving an unexpected gift
nachos and homemade blizzards shared with all the friends who wander in
during the course of a Sunday evening
watching the Alzheimer patients’ eyes sparkle when they see that we’ve brought babies this time
snow gently falling outside my window, softening all the sharp edges of the world
my teenaged children all tumbled together in a loveseat like a litter of puppies
laughing and being silly
a long talk with my mom on her birthday
learning a new song about never standing alone
clothes drying on a wooden rack, humidifying the house
and saving on electricity bills
exercise that unkinks muscles and relieves pain
One other gift that I won’t receive until tomorrow, but I’m rather looking forward to is having the house to myself. My kids are going skiing, and will be gone from early morning until late night. I hardly know what to do with myself! I’ve been trying to remember if I’ve ever had this much time at home alone before, and I’m not sure I have. It’s the sort of thing I used to dream about when the children were little, but of course it never happened then. What in the world do I do with a day in the house alone???
It will certainly be odd, but I’m hoping to enjoy it…
and not think about the fact that it may not be too many years before it’s this way all the time…