GReATattITUDE
I feel full of gratitude for . . .
. . . full body stretches.
. . . grinning with joy and amusement watching my kids get so excited over something or developing favorite interests.
. . . finding lost treasures.
. . . that one person who I can tell anything to. As for the things unsayable (yeah, I know that's not a real word) . . . for the Compassionate Listener above who hears them.
. . . one, specific drawing on my wall, made by the hands and creative expression of a child. Not normally a thing to be grateful for . . . scrubbing crayon off the wall is something I've had to do enough times that I'm surprised my arm hasn't fallen off yet. I like this drawing though. It isn't here still because I like it. It's here because it's in permanent marker, and I think we have to paint over it. Still, the design has become something like a key for me since it reminds me of my practice everytime I look at it. It's a perfectly drawn black heart encompassed in a circle with rays emanating from it. There's some cute bugs and butterflies too . . . LOL. They've been there for months now ::gasp:: I have no idea when we'll get around to painting, but I guess I ought to enjoy the artistic expressions while I can-heh.
. . . the can of old-fashioned, tiny seed beeds some 30-40 years old now, passed down to me from my mother, who wrapped the can with yarn in a beautiful design when she was a child. Exciting that nostalgic part of me again . . .
. . . when the universe places you in just such a situation that you definitely did not want to find yourself in, and you end up learning from it or connecting with a person or a place you never thought you would.
. . . the variety of things in my life that feed me in different ways. Somethings that were never good for me, I've been able to let go of. Other things fed me once, but that changed, and now I feel grateful for re-evaluating them to see where the problem was-and if finding it was my attitude/perception, than being able to restore what was lost so it can feed me again while now being aware of how I react emotionally to certain influences. All information that is good to have.
. . . my husband's support of my "religious" path although he follows one that is commonly thought to be very different than my own. I don't have that support from anyone else in my family (except my sis in FL-she rocks), and I appreciate how he doesn't take issue with what I do. I also feel glad that he finally understands that whatever I'm into is not the same as what he was into in his teen years.
. . . my drive to finally return to practicing my French. Since speaking/thinking sporadically in French is an increasingly common occurrence, I think it's time to revisit the vocabulary I've forgotten and try to return to the more advanced comprehension and usage I used to have, and also to stretch into learning more than I knew before, especially more advanced vocabulary and modern cultural expressions and idioms. It's one of many things I've been planning to do for awhile, and it feels good to be actually doing one of those things I always say I'll do sometime.
. . . for this past weekend's training. There's a great wealth of things to be grateful for right now. I'm still in the same mode I was in after the last weekend-needing to be really quiet and let it all soak in. I'll have to save all of that for a gratitude blog by itself.
. . . full body stretches.
. . . grinning with joy and amusement watching my kids get so excited over something or developing favorite interests.
. . . finding lost treasures.
. . . that one person who I can tell anything to. As for the things unsayable (yeah, I know that's not a real word) . . . for the Compassionate Listener above who hears them.
. . . one, specific drawing on my wall, made by the hands and creative expression of a child. Not normally a thing to be grateful for . . . scrubbing crayon off the wall is something I've had to do enough times that I'm surprised my arm hasn't fallen off yet. I like this drawing though. It isn't here still because I like it. It's here because it's in permanent marker, and I think we have to paint over it. Still, the design has become something like a key for me since it reminds me of my practice everytime I look at it. It's a perfectly drawn black heart encompassed in a circle with rays emanating from it. There's some cute bugs and butterflies too . . . LOL. They've been there for months now ::gasp:: I have no idea when we'll get around to painting, but I guess I ought to enjoy the artistic expressions while I can-heh.
. . . the can of old-fashioned, tiny seed beeds some 30-40 years old now, passed down to me from my mother, who wrapped the can with yarn in a beautiful design when she was a child. Exciting that nostalgic part of me again . . .
. . . when the universe places you in just such a situation that you definitely did not want to find yourself in, and you end up learning from it or connecting with a person or a place you never thought you would.
. . . the variety of things in my life that feed me in different ways. Somethings that were never good for me, I've been able to let go of. Other things fed me once, but that changed, and now I feel grateful for re-evaluating them to see where the problem was-and if finding it was my attitude/perception, than being able to restore what was lost so it can feed me again while now being aware of how I react emotionally to certain influences. All information that is good to have.
. . . my husband's support of my "religious" path although he follows one that is commonly thought to be very different than my own. I don't have that support from anyone else in my family (except my sis in FL-she rocks), and I appreciate how he doesn't take issue with what I do. I also feel glad that he finally understands that whatever I'm into is not the same as what he was into in his teen years.
. . . my drive to finally return to practicing my French. Since speaking/thinking sporadically in French is an increasingly common occurrence, I think it's time to revisit the vocabulary I've forgotten and try to return to the more advanced comprehension and usage I used to have, and also to stretch into learning more than I knew before, especially more advanced vocabulary and modern cultural expressions and idioms. It's one of many things I've been planning to do for awhile, and it feels good to be actually doing one of those things I always say I'll do sometime.
. . . for this past weekend's training. There's a great wealth of things to be grateful for right now. I'm still in the same mode I was in after the last weekend-needing to be really quiet and let it all soak in. I'll have to save all of that for a gratitude blog by itself.