I am thinking this evening about gratitude, and the myriad assemblage of events, people, and areas of my life for which I am thankful.
As always, I am thankful for my family. In spite of past issues, I feel very satisfied that, before I was born, I chose to live in this family. And I’m thankful that I feel that way, as I didn’t always.
I am immensely grateful for my home here in Maine. Maine is a beautiful place throughout the year, but spring this year seems especially lovely. Perhaps I am looking around myself with new eyes. Regardless of the reason, every bit of awakening green makes me more joyful — I am happy I lived long enough to appreciate a spring like this.
I am grateful for Western medicine for keeping me alive, and relatively sane. I am grateful for Eastern philosophy for the peace of mind and heart I draw every day. I am thankful even for my years spent with the Methodist Church — they really helped me hone and understand where I belong in the faith spectrum. I am grateful for the teachers the Universe places in my path, and I am particularly thankful that, even when I don’t get the message, I hear the concepts, and I am framing an understanding in my mind and spirit that only needs the right catalyst.
I am happily celebrating all these things, and many more; gifts I receive, messages I hear, lessons I learn everyday. As I wrote earlier today, I am a lucky woman.