“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious
of our treasure.”
– Thornton Wilder, The Woman of Andros
The Blessings of the Morning of 25 Jan 2019
- Pulling back the white curtains to revel in the beauty of morning sky
- Starting the day with a cup of coffee, a good book, and classical music
- Crusty herby bread fresh from the oven slathered with butter and good Scottish marmalade perched on my favourite soft peacock blue owl dish – Perfect!
- The occasional snowflake drifting lazily by the kitchen window
- The short fuzzy hairs on the back of Freyja’s head
- Having my morning soul cards tell me to play (TWICE!) and to also rest
- Tearing up British magazines in the search for beauty and new recipes to try – like rosemary G&T’s and Parsnip and Maple Syrup Cake and Celeriac and Kale Gratin
- Discovering something new about my body: the back of my hand is more sensitive to warmth than my palm
- The sound the water in my bath makes when I move around
- Ignoring the urge to hurry up
- The smell wafting through my apartment from the chicken stock bubbling on the stove
- Watching my chubby squirrel friends playing in the tree outside my window
- Discovering this lovely poem while tearing up magazines:
Can you hear them? The flap of a butterfly.
The unfolding wing of a resting wren.
The sigh of a an exhausted garden-ghost.
A poem trapped in an empty fountain pen.
Why am I sharing this list?
Because believe it or not, on that particular morning I woke up feeling overwhelmed, irritated, and a bit bitchy.
That list represents an effective tool for taming the wild storms of my agitated mind.
And it didn’t require taking a class or buying expensive accoutrement.
I already had everything I needed.
They are moments in my life.
Whether I am sad, frustrated, confused, or spitting mad, listing the small blessings in my life improves the quality of my state of mind. It puts my life back into its true, broader context that includes ALL the varied nuances of being alive and present.
It’s not about being half of who I am by banishing the so called bad feelings to the naughty corner and only allowing the good ones to sit at the party table. It doesn’t erase the difficulties or remove the challenges because they spur me on to grow. It lets the light in so I can see my path in all its technicolor elegance and can more easily discern how I would like to proceed.
Better yet, this practice doesn’t have to be saved for only the nasty, sticky, painful times. It lifts you even higher when you are skipping happily along because you are bathed in the glow of gratitude as you arrive at each moment fully awake and able to savour it in all its detailed glory.
Your life is made up of moments. Each moment is unique and will never be again.
You wouldn’t want to miss any of them.
With love and gratitude,