Gratitude

For the mid-morning light that streams through the window as I write this,
Making even the cobwebs that span the length of the windowpane beautiful,
As they both reflect and let through the light,
Allowing the spiders to reside with me in this space.

For the chance to sleep in a bed, rising without alarm, when the body feels rested.
For melting snow that falls from cabin roofs
As sun warms January mornings in Arizona.
For the meeting I went to last night,
Men and women talking about falling,
About rising,
About warming up to themselves,
About connecting to the Source of all warmth itself.

There is much to be grateful for this morning.

For the bike I may ride later today,
For the physical strength I feel when riding,
For the time spent climbing up the steep grade,
And the time spent rocketing down.

For the time spent with those in the process of climbing up a steep grade,
For their path of salvation through pain.
For the hard and harsh road, the rocky road, the blocked road.
For all those who feel blocked and stunted,
For the passion and fire hidden in them that will not die,
For those who do not know who they are or why they are,
For those who knew and then forgot
And now are forced to seek to remember.

For memory:
Remembering late-May days spent on Delaware beaches,
Remembering late-December nights spent on black couches with cousins,
Remembering laughter and good food,
Remembering tears and good-byes.

For departures:
For sitting still on a train that is moving on,
For the westbound train that moves to the sea,
For the southbound train that moves to the desert,
For the northbound train that moves to the forests and mountains,
For the eastbound train that moves back to the hometown.

For arrivals:
For the restless excitement felt in a new place,
For the opportunity to uncover new facets of oneself,
For the sense that life is beginning anew.
Gratitude also for the sadness that underlies the excitement,
For the future departure that is attached to each arrival,
For the thoughts and feelings that come
When one stays moving, remains a traveler, an eternal transient,
Just passing through.

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6 thoughts on “Gratitude

  1. Gratitude is not only healing, it connects us to the power of our creAtor and redeemer. Gratitude unleashes amazing possibilities and new life even in the midst of pain and suffering. It’s a beautiful mystery. So glad to read about yours!

  2. I am so grateful to be reminded of the amazing power of gratitude, and so glad to know of all the specific things, the lofty and the mundane, for which you are grateful. I am also grateful for the gift you have in expressing what is deepest in your heart, and sharing it with those of us who benefit so greatly from your words and your spirit. Giving thanks for you, and your wild heart.

  3. “EMILY: “Does anyone ever realize life while they live it…every, every minute?”

    STAGE MANAGER: “No. Saints and poets maybe…they do some.”
    ― Thornton Wilder, Our Town

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