I was up early this morning.
Early enough to greet the sun as she began the day.
And to acknowledge the almost full moon as it gave up it radiance to the morning.
I was up early this morning.
Early enough to drink in the morning’s coolness.
And to take deep breathes.
Slowly.
One after another.
Pulling the day
And its promise
Into me.
Filling me.
Finding its way into the fabric of my being.
At least for the moment.
With the hope it won’t be forgotten
Amidst the distractions
And concerns of the day.
I was up early this morning.
Thanksgiving 2019
First, (so you don’t think I am some type of a Thanksgiving Scrooge)…
Happy Thanksgiving!
I hope you have a safe place to be.
And food enough on your table.
And whether you are alone or are gathering with family and friends, that love touches, if not fills, your life. And with all that, you find your own way to say Thank you.
And, while all that is true for me, I have to admit I am always a bit unsettled by Thanksgiving.
For two reasons…
First, maybe it is just the hype which leads up to it, but sometimes it seems we pour all of our thankfulness into one day. Here and done. Feast then famine. Thankfulness then back to normal which is more about what is mine and what I deserve rather than a deep and abiding sense of gratitude. If we celebrate Thanksgiving correctly we are good for another year.
Second, we make Thanksgiving and giving thanks about the blessings in our lives. And, by blessings we mean things. If we have a lot of things we are blessed. Food. Home. Family. Friends. Bank account. Options. Opportunities. If we have good china and an over abundance of food, we are blessed. If we have a home and family we are blessed. And because of that we should give thanks. Gratitude becomes something of a requirement. If all that is true, then the more you have the more grateful you are? And, the less you have the less grateful you are? I am not sure that is how it works. Or, is supposed to work. I am not wise enough to know, but my sense is that a gratitude which transforms and sustains our lives is rooted in something deeper and more important, and that the way we position and celebrate Thanksgiving distracts us from that more important search.
But, maybe I have it all wrong.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Somewhere someone…
If you are not ___________ (fill in the blank) you are not paying attention.
Frustrated.
Angry.
Disheartened.
Pissed.
Exasperated.
Outraged.
Infuriated.
Worn out.
Used up.
Exhausted.
All that stuff out there is all those things.
At least to me.
And, all that stuff out there matters.
And makes a difference.
And demands our attention even if and when we are all of the above.
But today, I also offer this reminder.
Somewhere someone provided food for someone who was hungry.
Somewhere someone went the extra mile to help a stranger.
Somewhere someone called on someone who was sick.
Or alone.
Or afraid.
Or forgotten.
Somewhere someone spent the day helping to make a home safer.
Somewhere someone stopped what they were doing to listen.
Somewhere someone looked another person in the eye.
Somewhere someone said Thank you and meant it.
Somewhere someone promised to love another.
Somewhere someone rocked a baby who was crying.
Somewhere someone read a book to a child.
Somewhere someone took a step towards their dream.
Somewhere someone got back up off the ground.
Somewhere someone spoke up for what is right.
Somewhere someone stood up for what is right.
Somewhere someone broke their silence.
Somewhere someone overcame their fear.
Somewhere someone….
Maybe it was you.
And that matters.
And makes a difference.
And world of difference.
An Experiment
Our eyes met and we nodded at each other.
“How are you?” They said as we passed each other on the sidewalk.
“Fine. How are you?”
I was walking the dog and they were walking out of a store.
Polite pleasantries exchanged, we both went on our way.
But, for me, it turned out to be one of those light bulb above my head moments.
It was a beautiful morning.
Late summer coolness.
Blue sky with just a few clouds.
The type of mornings I love.
As I continued my walk I decided the next time someone asked me “How are you today?” I was going to respond with something I was grateful for. A few minutes later I had a chance to practice. I passed a friend who also was out walking his dog.
“Paul, how are you?” he called from across the street.
“I am grateful for such a beautiful morning.” I responded.
“You bet.” He said.
One moment.
I haven’t had a chance to try it again…yet.
For years Meister Eckhart’s reflection sat in front of me on my desk.
“If the only prayer you ever say is Thank you. It will suffice.”
If nothing else, the discipline of pausing for a heartbeat and naming what I am grateful for in the ordinary moments of my life instead of just responding with the obligatory “Fine” will be beneficial to me. An unplanned whispered prayer. And maybe, like what happened this morning, it will help another person to respond with their version of “You bet.”
One unplanned prayer becomes two.
Whether it is enough, I don’t know.
But two prayers are better than none.
And, gratitude changes lives.
Blessings
With the attack in Christchurch and the anticipation of the completion of the Mueller investigation and all the other craziness in the news and in the world around us, I wouldn’t be surprised if you missed this story. Tanitoluwa Adewumi, eight years old, an immigrant and homeless, won the New York State Chess championship for his age group. He began learning chess a year ago. Now, twelve months or so later, he is the New York State champion for his age group. I had seen the headline about this flash through my social media feed sometime this past week, but didn’t pay much attention to it. Then, this morning, I read Nicholas Kristof’s Op-Ed column in the New York Times. What a great story about people stepping up to help and of life falling into place for an eight year old and his family.
Besides the warm feeling I got reading the article, which not only highlighted what has unfolded for Tani and his family, it provided a much needed and very welcome reminder of the good in the world that too often gets drowned out by the noise. But, what struck me most in Kristof’s Op-Ed piece was the comment by Tani’s father found at the end of the article. When Tani and his family could have taken the money and run, Tani’s father said, “God has already blessed me. I want to release my blessing to others.”
I want to release my blessing to others.
When was the last time that thought seriously crossed your mind?
When was the last time you looked around at the fullness of your own life and rather than just feeling good and maybe whispering Thank you, you opened your heart and your checkbook and moved commitments around on your calendar and changed the top two priorities on your To Do list and did something to release your blessings? For me, it’s been awhile.
I don’t know how it is in your life.
I have a hard enough time figuring out my own.
But today I found myself wondering why it takes someone like Tani’s father to remind me, who, in the scheme of things, has so much, of what gratitude really looks life and feels like and acts like, and the difference it can and does make.
Today
I woke up this morning to six inches of snow.
Boots and coat on, I coaxed our dog outside while I shoveled the front walk.
Then back inside for coffee.
And breakfast.
Then outside again for more shoveling.
The driveway this time.
Taking a break
I reread the last chapter of the book I finished late last night.
Allowing the ending to sink in…
Again.
This afternoon I went to the state park to let our dog run.
And so I could walk.
Deep breaths of cold January air.
And pausing long enough to pay attention
To the beauty of the snow on the mountains and trees.
Then back home for dinner.
And a phone call.
And sitting for a few moments with our dog in my lap.
Is it enough to do what unfolds each day?
It is, I know.
But sometimes it is hard.
I am so used to being busy.
I am beginning to realize
What I need to do
Is to stop worrying about if what I am doing is enough
And, instead to pay attention to what is.
To say Thank you.
And to notice the grace wrapped up in each moment.
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