Morning
The coffee is good this morning. I think coffee really only tastes good when I'm happy. Although, I am willing to admit the pumpkin pie could be a contributor. This morning, the combination of the rain, the coffee, the pie, the smell of lillies, and this overwhelming feeling of gratitude for Life is a moment I am trying to hang onto. This kind of bliss is all too infrequent.
I swore when my kids were smaller that I wouldn't join the rat race, be too busy to smile, to appreciate, to look up at the stars or smell the flowers. Somehow, I did. I went too fast, trying hard to rush into the future with only brief glimpses of growing souls that bring me joy. I forgot to be grateful. Gratitude is the source of happiness. It inspires all manner of generosity.
Last night, I spent some time doing something that I should do more often. I read, slowly, passages from a holy book. I fell asleep to words of comfort and Providence. I internalized them as I drew yesterday to an end. Yesterday was incarnation of it's own. Today, I have been reincarnated to play my parts and exercise my free will. I ended one expereince attaching reminders to the next of certain realities that engender a sense of Gratitude.
Why I need reminders, is beyond me. Sometimes, we can't see the forest for the trees. We take for granted the beauty around us because all we can see is the lack and the failure. What I think we forget, and I know I do, is that our perspectives are frequently a choice. We often spend a lot of time giving power to things that should have no power over us. Why lament what we can't change? This includes people. Granted, this is easier said than done, but it is possible.
In any event, whatever intervention into my life and perspective was effected, I am Grateful. I'm grateful for the rain, the early morning, the lillies, my family, pumpkin pie, and good coffee.
It really is a good to be alive.
I swore when my kids were smaller that I wouldn't join the rat race, be too busy to smile, to appreciate, to look up at the stars or smell the flowers. Somehow, I did. I went too fast, trying hard to rush into the future with only brief glimpses of growing souls that bring me joy. I forgot to be grateful. Gratitude is the source of happiness. It inspires all manner of generosity.
Last night, I spent some time doing something that I should do more often. I read, slowly, passages from a holy book. I fell asleep to words of comfort and Providence. I internalized them as I drew yesterday to an end. Yesterday was incarnation of it's own. Today, I have been reincarnated to play my parts and exercise my free will. I ended one expereince attaching reminders to the next of certain realities that engender a sense of Gratitude.
Why I need reminders, is beyond me. Sometimes, we can't see the forest for the trees. We take for granted the beauty around us because all we can see is the lack and the failure. What I think we forget, and I know I do, is that our perspectives are frequently a choice. We often spend a lot of time giving power to things that should have no power over us. Why lament what we can't change? This includes people. Granted, this is easier said than done, but it is possible.
In any event, whatever intervention into my life and perspective was effected, I am Grateful. I'm grateful for the rain, the early morning, the lillies, my family, pumpkin pie, and good coffee.
It really is a good to be alive.
..."our perspectives are frequently a choice. We often spend a lot of time giving power to things that should have no power over us. Why lament what we can't change? "
ReplyDeleteSo true the power of the mind without direction. However, there are things we can change. I can't make myself short or change the circumstances of my birth. But I can redirect or cutoff the negative messages swimming around my brain like hungry sharks.. Amalek is not only a people it is a force that makes you doubt yourself. It wants you to give up or abandon difficult paths that ultimately end up at righteousness -- "accept you can't and will never..."(fill in the blank) The yetzer hara wants us to fail in our pursuit of G-dliness and living al Kiddush Hashem. It is a never ending struggle because the essence of Esav and Yaakov reside in every Jew.
Moriah, this was a beautiful point. Redirecting the negative messages is a constant struggle. We should do what we can and resist the temptation to puruse the difficult paths that end in righteousness. Thank you.
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