My goal is to be a whole lot more like my dogs, able to live in the moment and just be grateful.
Trevor…how are you today?
I find myself grateful for a challenging assignment from my pastoral counselor. I must have this done before my next appointment, and I have set today as the day.
She recently had me write about a faulty negative belief system I have been struggling with that is blocking me. My head knows it is not true, but the blasted thing needs reprogramming because it rears its ugly head in my heart. For that homework, I wrote up a decent sized list of these negative beliefs about myself, and took them back.
My assignment now? Turn them all into positive affirmations.
I must have had quite a look on my face because she added, “Even if you do not believe them. Just write them!”
This is not where I excel for myself. I am wizard at it for others, but not so adept at it for myself. Naturally, that is why the challenge is to do this for myself.
So…I am grateful for this challenge, this quest of turning trash into something promoting usefulness, growth, and blossoming.
Hey! I am making emotional compost, taking refuse and turning it into that which feeds, nourishes, and brings joy. Cool!
I share this in case any of the rest of you might find this struggle with negative belief systems about ourselves resonating in your own souls and need to make a little emotional compost of your own. 😉
Aldi supermarket helps this along! Nearly every visit we see someone heading out handing a cart over to someone coming in without accepting the quarter that would be spit back out when it was returned. It is a small thing, but it prompts an “Are you sure?” when the quarter is waved away with a smile, and then a smile in return. It is wonderful to watch this in action and the ripple effect.
As for me, I agree with Kevin that routine fits better than random. It is more an awareness that there are hurting souls all around us, including us(!), and that the more we put kindness into the lives of others, the more it returns to us tenfold.
So far this morning, I made my husband fresh egg salad to take for his lunch and slipped a small chocolate bar in underneath for him to find as a surprise. 🙂 Nothing says I love you to him like chocolate, unless maybe it is bacon!
Did anyone notice yesterday’s Word of the Day? I love love love that last line.
The most unrealistic person in the world is the cynic, not the dreamer. Hope only makes sense when it doesn’t make sense to be hopeful.
Today, I am grateful for the pain in my heart. I do not enjoy it, but I see its need to be there right now. Without the pain, I might still be trying to live a life that was killing me. By listening to the pain and heeding it, I was able to set a boundary that will lead me to a much freer and better life in time.
Pain is information, a flashing neon sign that says something is wrong, something needs attention, or even that something needs to be walked away from forever, no matter how much it might hurt in the moment. And it will!
So we walk, and we hurt, and we wonder when the pain will end. We step slower in grief or suffering, though, and that slowness enables us to see the beauty and gems along the path that we would miss if we felt wonderful and flew on past.
I am grateful, too, for the realization of a need to scale back to a much simpler life that allows more room for what I love by lopping off the things that have become more burden than they are blessing.
We do not realize these things as much when life is not as challenging, and though the challenges hurt, in time they lead us to make needed changes for a life that fits Us better.
The name sounds familiar, but I do not think I have read him.
Have you ever read any of Julian of Norwich’s work? She is a favorite of mine. She was an Anchorite nun in Britain. She went through a desperate illness (which, as I recall she prayed for) and came out with Revelations of Divine Love. She was probably the first published female writer in the English language, if I am remembering my facts right.
One of my absolute favorite quotes from her is, “All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.”
And how are YOU doing this morning, Manda Panda? Better sleep last night, I hope? I’m so glad that the automistake of Anna (I think??) turned you into Panda. Manda Panda fits you because it just makes you smile!
I call it automistake because it always seems to turn words into something bizarre. My friend’s phone is so bad about it that we named him Harry after one chat where he kept changing every word he could to the name Harry. We figured he was trying to horn in on the conversation. Now when it starts going haywire and saying nonsense, one of us will inevitably say, “Harry!!!” to get him to quit. 😉
Welcome, dj. It took me a bit to get the “language” of how to do stuff here, too. Now I think Add Your Voice is a much nicer way of saying Send. 🙂
I reread the poem and the phrase (so lovely!) again this morning, and something came to mind. There is a man who made an entire much celebrated career of seeing the glory in the grey” — Ansel Adams.
Physical pain, especially ongoing, is almost always connected to some form of emotional pain, the latter finding expression through the former because it has no words. We tend to shove so much down just to get through life without realizing those things did not disappear at all. Like plastic bottles buried under the soil of the landfill, we may not see them, but they are there, needing to be dealt with some day. Then they tend to erupt in physical pain, and often in emotional pain as well. That is where I am right now — pain in body, pain in heart, but all being felt because they have presented themselves for Healing. We are programmed to heal, after all, to renew, regenerate, redeem, in whatever form that takes for us.
Try something small, like saying, “Thank you for doing your job so well. I bet it’s not easy some days!” to someone in retail. You could make their whole month! 😉 Retail folks take a lot of unnecessary nastiness off people, and they frequently have amazing responses when they are noticed and appreciated.
I think showing kindness to the least grateful crafts something especially wonderful deep within us, even if it is hard to do in the moment, as it so often is. 😉
Wow, how beautiful. What a lovely phrase, “the glory in the grey.” Thank you, Diane.
Is the book one of those put together by David Adam? I have one or two on Celtic Prayer forms as well, so comforting. I love how their view of life had a prayer for everything from laying the fire to milking the cow and so on.
Have you ever read the book The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating By Elisabeth Tova Bailey? I read an excerpt of that in a magazine once and loved it. The book came back to mind once I started the journey to heal from the Lyme, and I have been waiting to get a copy. The author was struck down by a mystery disease and wound up in bed for some considerable time. A wild snail would come visit her, and it became this book.
Blessings to you, too. 🙂
Ever read The Dance of Anger by Harriet Lerner? That one was recommended to me by a dear friend years ago. VERY enlightening.
That sounds familiar, but I can’t recall who wrote it.
Next warm weather, try it in some homemade lemonade. Heavenly! Go light, though, like a dash for a 2 ltr pitcher, then adjust to taste. Too much is not so good!
Plus, the lemonade is easier to make than the cake! 😉
She’s a cute dog, too, half goofball and half old soul. 🙂
Manda, by way of encouragement, acupuncture corrected several things in the same realm for me, things that showed up on MRI and U/S before treatment with a Five Element practitioner and which were completely resolved as if they had never been later. One was a cyst, the other a malformation due to earlier problems. Both resolved 100%.
The daughter of a friend of mine has Anklyosing Spondolitis, too. So painful. I will pass on the success story to my friend!
For me, the pain is Lyme related, for the most part, though it is made worse by other things. Right now it has lodged in my hips, lower back, and tailbone, which makes things challenging sometimes. The good news is that my Lyme herbalist said I am “closer to symptom free” than I think and that I am ready for her to slowly ramp me up to the next level of healing. She and my acupuncturist are healing me rather than simply throwing drugs at me to manage symptoms, and though this has been a hard road, it has been easier than the western alternative and has a better prognosis. The western approach to Lyme only works if you catch it in the first 4-6 weeks. I had it for at least 25 years before being correctly diagnosed. I am sure it took awhile for your A.S. to be correctly diagnosed as well since doctors tend to label it all as “back pain.” (Been there, done that, got the t-shirt!)
Apologies for going on — your words encouraged my heart so much that I think I don’t want to let go of them. Part of the healing going on in me right now involves zaps of intense pain followed by incredible heat zooming from the damaged area up and out the top of my head. This is in addition to my “normal” level of pain. I’ve been feeling so demoralized, having trouble hanging onto the idea that I can indeed heal, and to read your words of healing from A.S. (I’m not spelling that one more than necessary lol) was exactly what I needed to hear. Thank You. <3
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