And so another day has come and gone. I’m grateful for another day. Kahlil Gibran says, “wake at daw with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.” I can’t say for sure that I woke with a winged heart. I actually dragged myself awake this morning after being out later than usual last night picking Jared up from work. I turned off the light longer after midnight than I like to and had to be up and out early for a brief appointment. I feel like I didn’t settle in today. I ran around a lot, went to the pantry, went out to dinner with a friend and just made it home a little while ago. I’m tired. And, it has been a good day.
For the past 45 minutes I’ve written, deleted, rewritten and re-deleted this second paragraph. Hmmmm. What is the cure for the blasted blinking cursor? To just keep going and circling until you find something to say? To stop writing altogether and give up until tomorrow? To steal something from my morning’s writings of the past few days? No one would know that’s what it’s from except me, and even though it’s not focused on gratitude I could no doubt spin it in such a way that it did. Of course, none of that really feels right. So I will offer simple gratitude tonight.
I am grateful to everyone who takes a few moments to read this blog. Whether you are a regular reader or have just stumbled upon it and read it once I so appreciate you coming along with me as I grow and develop a grateful heart. I so hope that you spend these minutes inspired to think about the things in your life for which you are grateful–those things that sustain you, that make life easier, that give you joy, that support you, that nourish and comfort you, that help you heal. Imagine what it would be like if everyone focused each day on the things they were grateful for. What kind of ripple effect would that have across our world?
I am grateful for the time I spent with my friend this evening, for good and important conversations I had with a number of folks today, for the time interacting with the folks at the food pantry this afternoon. I am grateful the insights I gain every time I sit down to write this blog–even on days like today when I can’t seem to string two sentences together very well, I often learn something simply by exploring the question, “what are you grateful for today?” Tomorrow, as Scarlett O’Hara observed, is another day. I look forward to its unfolding and for another opportunity to wake with a winged heart and give thanks.
