Gratitude * Sunday
Sunday’s heartfelt tradition.
A time to slow down, to reflect, to be grateful.
A list of gratitudes, our gratefulness feeds one another.
Quoted from Taryn Wilson
Joining the Gratitude Sunday Tradition at Wooly Moss Roots.
Cool clouds of morning,
September afternoon heat,
seasons change once more.
There are times when I think about the ease of being of a simpler mind, of having fewer worries and knowing less truth, of letting others care and take care. One must be careful what one wishes for.
In this lifetime I have been granted an insatiable curiosity along with the intelligence of understanding and comprehension, which is both a blessing and a curse. Understanding does not provide resolution when there is a problem. Comprehension does not fix challenges or concerns. Intelligence only enables one to look at concerns logically, to envision possible solutions, and to share or implement those visions.
I shall say I should not wish for less than I am, though I am often tormented by a mind that will not shut off and thinks too much and knows much truth. I fear the difference. When I was in high school a family friend was in a motorcycle crash, and in the space of few seconds his brain was damaged. After his recovery from the physical injuries he knew he was different than the way he was before the crash. He carried that weight throughout the rest of his life in the difficulty of communication. He knew what he wanted to say, but his brain and mouth didn’t always cooperate. Kindness made you listen and attempt conversation, but you struggled to wait for his words and he saw you struggle to wait for him, and you could see his embarrassment at judging himself not “good enough”. If you had the patience to talk with him he was, indeed, good enough.
I also shall say we are, every one of us, good enough, whether we are slow or smart, fat or thin, tall or short, black or white, old or young, whatever from the multitude of genders; right now, just as you are, YOU ARE GOOD ENOUGH. You are special; you are unique; you are the only you there ever will be. Only you can give to others what you have to give.
Belief systems are where the whole thing gets tricky. Personally, I don’t care what you think about God, the universe, and everything. You believe what you believe. I believe what I believe. And that’s OK. Belief systems, unfortunately, often assume one way is the right way. One belief system is not inherently “better” or “righter” than another. My objection to belief systems is when one tries to force one’s beliefs on another. Or tries to make a whole culture or society conform to a certain set of beliefs. That destroys the very cloth America was cut from: the right to believe as one wishes and for each person to receive honor and respect for their individual beliefs whether or not the beliefs are shared.
Inside and outside our bodies so much of us is the same. We have arms to hug with, hands to share with, hearts to love with, brains to think with, and blood that flows. Diseases that affect these corporeal bodies do not care about the amount of skin pigment, or who you sleep with, or whether or not you believe in God or nature or nothing or everything. Hands and blood and hearts don’t change with skin color, or gender, or belief systems. We humans are more alike than not, despite our differences.
Today, share your special, unique, individual self with just one other special, unique, individual self. Listen to that other person. Just listen. Look beyond the differences; find the alikenesses.
Flower Watch – blooming attractions in my neighborhoods this week – ’tis the season of changing colors; the last of the roses; creamy white fluffy plumes of pampas grass; soft velvety brown cattails; long strings of brown fuzzy twirlygigs; the black eyes of Susans peeking through a fence; orange, yellow, and red zinnias; fat heads of dahlias in every shade from white to deep purple; hibiscus; two mystery blossoms; and a mystery weed.
Currently Reading – The Good Nurse: A True Story of Medicine, Madness, and Murder (true crime) by Charles Graeber; Genetic Roulette (public health science) by Jeffrey M Smith; Goodnight, Mind: Turn Off Your Noisy Thoughts and Get a Good Night’s Sleep (sleep psychology) by Colleen E. Carney and Rachel Manber; Fat Chance: Beating the Odds Against Sugar, Processed Food, Obesity, and Disease (nutrition science and politics) by Robert H. Lustig; How to See Yourself as You Really Are (enlightenment) by the Dalai Lama; By the Shores of Silver Lake (“fictionalized” autobiography) by Laura Ingalls Wilder (I never read this series as a kid). Yes, concurrently.
This week I have been grateful for:
- The son surviving his 21st birthday when statistically so many young people die on that day.
- My new $64.00 non-returnable, steel belted, sport support undergarment which requires the physical dexterity of Harry Houdini to get into, and keeps my extra generously sized boobalas firmly in place where they are supposed to be on my chest wall. I get my exercise putting it on, but it has relieved some of the pain in my back during my evening constitutional, which I refuse to give up doing.
- Having one whole day off with nothing on the schedule.
- Seeing my young Boy Scout friends grow into healthy, curious, accomplished young men knowing how to give back to their families and communities.
- The techno-ditz learning how to share my own pictures! Only 5 months after I got my camera, probably a two hour procedure for most tech savvy folks. I’m not the best photographer yet, my hand shakes and I get a lot of “soft focus” still, but practice, practice, practice!
- Nature’s abundance proving itself once again.
- My alma mater won its first home football game of the season, second win this year. The team is only three years old, and they are due for some wins. And it was a lovely balmy evening for it.
- My 4 year old clothes dryer being repaired within two days of breaking and costing me less than $50.00, instead of needing a replacement or the dreaded trip to the laundromat. Having the cash on hand to do so.
- Cool fresh air, accompanying the sound of rain, blowing in through my open “office” door.
Hoping you have a lovely week.
Namaste. Peace. Blessings.