Rolling around on the floor just for the sake of moving in fun interesting ways I had forgotten. Gave me a sense of freedom, possibility. Play is a teacher.
It’s basic respect for self and others. It’s what binds relationships, communities and society. When it isn’t there you can see it pretty starkly.
My dog. He soothes me and many others who need it. He’s like a working dog that way.
There’s always more I could do on all fronts with generosity of time, spirit and material things. I could seek inspiration on the how.
That amidst all the fog of what was, what could have been or what might be, there is here, now. And that is something I forget and remember many times in the day, the more the merrier because when I remember I am here.
Helpless rather than hopeless for me. I am struggling to remember a time when I had no hope. But helpless in the face of life’s many sharp turns, yes. In that space I can to some extent leave it to the great unknown. I have also found strength in a belief that some change will act on me and that change will be a growth. Sometimes help from others can be helpful, professional or otherwise.
I would hope that equity and peace are hard baked into me and most people. I could devote more time to being helpful to others in that cause. The pandemic has slowed me down in doing something about it. At a bigger level I either take to a leadership/political role; or I vote for those who value equity and peace. Voting is the way I go; I’ve no interest in the former.
The moment when I am aware I am thinking. The moment I notice thinking stop or start. All are moments of grace.
There’s always a bigger fish, as Obi-Wan would say. Comparisons lead to envy, envy leads to…. The envy reveals the falsity that bigger is better. I sometimes realise this, sometimes not. Envy’s an old friend I’ve learnt to live with.
Our dog, who we’ve had for a few years, was ill-treated in his former life. When we got him he was all tight and would huddle into a corner. Over time, quite a long time, he became chill and sprawled out; content. He doesn’t really know how to play, though, never safe enough to try I guess. But occasionally his enthusiasm, his heart singing, gets him tossing and playing with toys (not always his) and my heart sings brightly with him.
I’ll be fasting, so I’ll be going deeper into the relationship with food and the sensations of hunger. Grateful that this is my choice and not forced on me by circumstances, like happens to so many.
Anything that involves a high probability of breaking bones.
Doesn’t everyone at some level, however deep, want kindness in every interaction?
Getting vertical after a night’s sleep.
Humour is one of my “go to’s” that I flavour most interactions with. And occasionally it rebounds on me and I am in uncontrollable paroxysms.
I didn’t know that phrase. Love it. Thanks Patricia
And that first point resonates for me: restraint in consumption. That’s increasingly becoming the kernel of discomfort that comes with mitigating climate disaster. Who wants to cut back on their “freedom” to consume? Hopefully more will answer yes.
What a combination. Wonderful, Melissa
Well put Ose. Gratitude dissolves envy
“Wat een kracht” Yes indeed Christine.
Stay connected to the community by adding people to your list.
This site is brought to you by A Network for Grateful Living, a 501(c)(3) nonprofit. All donations are fully tax deductible in the U.S.A.
© 2000 - 2021, A Network for Grateful Living
Website by Briteweb
We are delighted to announce the release of Kristi Nelson’s book Wake Up Grateful