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Gratitude

Humor or less, Philosophy with a tan

We’ve come back around to the season of gratitude. My favorite time of year. This year we have the option to click on a Facebook app which assembles a photo montage to pay tribute to a friend and that’s just fine I guess. But something in the “easy” is awkward. Like giving or receiving an electronic “Thank-you” card that was done with just a click or two. It works from that low level position of minimal effort because hey, don’t we all know that inarticulate and time-pressed feeling? And sometimes it’s nice to be able to send a quick feel good message because it’s one of many other things demanding our attention. But we are still capable of real attention, right?

Anyway, here’s hoping I never lose that ability altogether. And here’s the list of what I’m grateful for. I wrote it the other day. Today I wrote the second part of each one because the first part seemed way too corny.

I am grateful to be a warm blooded person on this planet. Try cold-blooded sometime. Makes you grateful real quick.

I am grateful for friends in my neighborhood who genuinely care enough to listen as I try to express what is important to me. And if you’re just pretending you’re doing it very, very well.

I am grateful that I still have an urge to find a way to give more than I have given. That’s a nice way of saying I’m a slug in this department.

I am grateful that my eyes are not dimmed by age to the point where I no longer see the intense wonder that my youth taught me. Now if my youth would just quit going on sabbatical.

I am grateful that I know one person who joins with me in a promise to stand by and elevate every moment together as a demonstration of shared love. And for not thinking this is all sentimental bullshit.

I am grateful for the wisdom of my body when it knows what is enough. Most of the time.

I am grateful for glorious, unexpected elation that comes when I stop demanding it. But I was really hoping for last Tuesday at three.

I am grateful for the ability to work on something that faith tells me is possible. And for the ability to stop working on something when it all goes to hell.

I am grateful for the quiet peace of a lazy afternoon. Because then I can just space out… I mean “be creative.”

I am grateful because being grateful builds a stronger heart. And I should quit here because I just used “grateful” twice in one sentence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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