Showing posts with label gratitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gratitude. Show all posts

Friday, July 30, 2010

Grateful

This has nothing to do with writing, but since everything in my life has to do with writing, then I suppose it really does.

I don't watch Oprah. I look at most self-help gurus with a jaundiced eye. Generally, this is because I WORKED with some of the biggest household names in that arena, and most of their personal lives were such a mess, and their egos so large, that it amused me to no end they felt qualified to give advice. But there is something to be said for serenity. There is something to be said for the Middle Way. There is something to prayer and meditation. There is something to wishing on stars and picking up lucky pennies. I am, most days, a Theist. I like thinking when I pray, it's not merely an echo.

In the last two weeks, I have been horribly betrayed. I have been gossiped about. I have been painfully injured. I have been sick. AND STILL there is nothing this world can dish out that cannot be soothed by the sight of my Dynamo Boy, in one of his daddy's long white-t-shirts, sleeping peacefully in his "nest" (seven goose down pillows artfully arranged in the middle of my king-size bed).

The answer to peace in my life is never BIGGER. It is always SMALLER. And though this sounds like something Oprah would say, this morning I took it way smaller and thought about three things--three little things--I am grateful for.

1. Ice water. My medication, by nightfall, makes my voice sound like the Wicked Witch--hoarse and dry. Overnight, I get so thirsty. This morning, when I finally made it down the stairs, I filled a pitcher with ice water. It's been HOT here lately. And a cold glass of ice water on my desk . . . heaven. And more, I know this.

2. Sleep. I slept eight UNHEARD of hours last night. Like, holy cow.

3. My iPod is actually a sentient being. No, I mean it. It KNOWS what music heals my heart and always--on Shuffle--manages to play what I need to hear. I don't know how Steve Jobs did it, but I think my iPod is actually my soul mate.

4. Friends. I said three little things. So this doesn't count, because friends are a BIG thing. I love mine. You know who you are. All of you.

Your turn.

Have a great Friday.

Namaste.


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