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.
A winter blooming
camellia brightens an
otherwise gray day.
Christmas and New Year’s are history and we are half way to Valentine’s Day. By the time New Year’s rolls around I’m ready to be done with winter and want spring to release me from short lighted days. I enjoy Groundhog Day because it is the chronological marker of six weeks until the Vernal Equinox. Whether we like it or not we have weather every day.
Don’t get me wrong. I love the rain and the gray and the clouds as long as it doesn’t flood. I love the coolness of the wind as long as the storm causes little damage. I love the snow as long as the power stays on. You see my winter love for weather is as conditional as is my summer love. I love the sun as long as I am still comfortable (narrow window). What I miss during winter is the mildness of the warming days, the lengthening of the light, and the color changes of greening and blooming and growth. What I miss during summer is the cool caressing rain. I want to feel the weather every day and be in the day, to be grateful for the day I have, as it is, not wishing for it to be some other way. The older I get the more I notice the feeling of wanting to hibernate when the days are short, and the innervating feeling of the light, especially as it increases.
We grow and change every day. It’s hard to pay attention to the warmth and mildness, to the wind and clouds inside ourselves. Our growth is sometimes overlooked as we struggle to get through tough physical or mental days.
Here in the Pacific Northwest we are blessed weather-wise. Usually nothing terribly extreme happens. We rarely have blizzards, really long hot droughts, land sided hurricanes, or full blown tornadoes, though we get an occasional epic flood. When the weather devastates us it seems most folks pitch in to help repair the damage. The interesting thing is how people never seem entirely satisfied with what the day brings. I help people from a service counter and all year long I hear, “It’s so hot!” or “Too much rain!”. It’s like folks are never happy with the day. My favorite response is, “Yes, it’s a beautiful day.”
Last Friday, we had a lovely, mild, blue and yellow day. The rain had stopped with only the scattered misty sprinkle. The sun shone most of the day. The air was warmish and comfortable. The wind hugged itself instead of showing its force. Everybody I served said what a wonderful day it was. And it was beautiful.
You know, really, every day is just as beautiful, regardless of or because of the weather. It is another day. Another opportunity. Another marker in a productive or purpose-filled life. Another chance to grow and learn. Another gift of living. Another day to seize and wring so many precious minutes of life from.
Me? I love the weather whatever it is. I love having another day I might not deserve. I love being productive some days and resting or recreating on others. I love going outside and letting the weather touch me: the wind brush my skin, the sunlight warm it, or the rain to moisten it. I love having time ahead of me. Time to spend with others. Time to clean, and cook, and create, and read and learn and write, and swim, and walk, and sleep. I hope you enjoy the same, or enjoy the lovely things you do with your time regardless or because of the weather.
Color Watch – colorful attractions in my neighborhoods this week – the palest pink and cream of a winter blooming camellia, like the inside of an abalone shell; a fairyland of moss and lichens with pale blue-green waterfalls, fluted pale sage tinted trees, dewy emerald moss to sleep on, copper brown pine needle fairy toboggans tossed into the corner.
Current View – Finished the first season of Arrow (2012, not rated) TV series; so much archery, villainy, and violence. Yves Saint Laurent (2014, rated R), a biopic in French with English subtitles Maybe I’m getting old but I wanted a movie about the man’s career and I found this movie which mostly told the story of his sex and drug life a bit boring. Minions (2015, rated PG), much needed comic relief.
Currently Reading – The Rapture of Canaan (1996, fiction) by Sheri Reynolds; a different coming of age story of a girl in a fundamentalist religious community, recommended by Oprah, Ms Reynolds tells riveting stories. No spoilers, you should read this. Naked in the Woods: My Unexpected Years in a Hippie Commune (2015, memoir) by Margaret Grundstein: so far it’s about her community’s drug use and sexual activity, still, and just starting to delve into the community’s growth as a unit. Conversational Intelligence: How Great Leaders Build Trust and Get Extraordinary Results (2014, inter-relational psychology) by Judith E. Glaser: still plowing through, the end is in sight; the premise is about the way you ask questions and creating trust through participation. Yes, concurrently.
This week I have been grateful for:
- The son finally removing the monstrous 200 pound old TV (one of the original big screens before they invented flat screens) from my living room to deposit at the local e-cycle. Took 3 years of nagging, a 20 dollar bill, a pizza, and the alignment of 3 young men’s schedules. Done. Space recovered.
- The hubster surprising himself with how delicious his from scratch split pea and ham soup was.
- Seeing the winds move the tree branches like flags waving.
- Hearing the squawk of geese as they v through the sky.
- Feeling the air and rain on my skin.
- Smelling the sweetness of fried onions as they carmelize.
- Tasting those fried onions on a burger made with grass fed beef.
- Touching fabrics and experiencing textures with my skin and fingertips.
- Sensing the sorrow or joy of other people.
- Desiring to have my own way after years of being in service to other people. Knowing I’ll never stop my service to others, but wanting both.
- Acknowledging abundance in my life.
Hoping you have a lovely week.
Namaste. Peace. Blessings.
Floral ribbon border by Laurel Burch