Showing posts with label gratitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gratitude. Show all posts

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Giving Thanks

A friend of mine had this on his blog a while ago and I forgot to post it At Thanksgiving...so here I am posting it weeks later...but there isnt a particular time to be thankful for is there?

I AM THANKFUL:

FOR THE WIFE
WHO SAYS IT’S HOT DOGS TONIGHT,
BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME,
AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE.

FOR THE HUSBAND
WHO IS ON THE SOFA
BEING A COUCH POTATO,
BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME
AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.

FOR THE TEENAGER
WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES
BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME,
NOT ON THE STREETS.

FOR THE TAXES I PAY
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I AM EMPLOYED .

FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE
BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.

FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.

FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE

FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING, WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING, AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME .

FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING
I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT
BECAUSE IT MEANS WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH.

FOR THE PARKING SPOT I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE CAR PARK
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION .

FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I AM WARM.

FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH
WHO SINGS OFF KEY BECAUSE IT MEANS
I CAN HEAR.

FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.

FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES AT THE END OF THE DAY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN
CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.

FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF
IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS
BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE

AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MUCH E-MAILS
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.

Live well, Laugh often, & Love with all of your heart!

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Creative Challenge #151 - In Gratitude to Memories

“She passed away”, said the voice over the phone.  I knew who, without any mention of names or titles. I agreed and disagreed but let my agreement show with “I see” and buried my disagreement “She’s in me and in you, she passed yet she hasn’t” within the deepest caves of my being.

I wait for the heavy silence to make a noise…Nothing, absolutely nothing broke the silence, except for the lines click, breaking the connection. 

Somewhere I hear the echo "This moment will have passed too, in a moment or two, Just as she did pass away, within my life’s span, this day"

So many others have passed too…without an acknowledgement of their passing. In the days of childhood was She; She, in my youth; She, in my memories; She, in my experiences; She, within the days of impulsivity; She, the nights of yearning; She, my dream star; She, my fickle desire, She, my obsessive ambition, all, now past.  I count the ones who left without a whisper, yet the biggest noise was apparent in the way I passed away, in each moment, from what I was, to what I am only to become what I was.  The seemingly unimportant, mundane times, that came in without fanfare and left without a farewell, or funeral, or wreaths or people in procession or tears of loss, marking the moments of my life. Yet, it was Her passing that brought these thoughts.

With each passing, I unconsciously record my history…I think it should be her-story.  The things that shaped me are in those passing. What I am, became etched, like invisible tattoos, from those passing through, passed by and will pass by. I look back at how far I have come, how many I have lost, how many I left behind, digging into the records, only to realize, the far, was near, the lost, are found and the left, are with me. I understand, I cannot live from my history, I can only move forward, consciously making new pathways. I can only imagine a future and fervently wish its manifesting. I can only be in this Moment, and Know it will Pass. What I see, touch, taste, smell and feel become important, only because I know it will Pass and I can only hold on so long.  And so, I feel grateful, for memories…and work at keeping them true.

 

Tour the wordsmiths abode at CC #151

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Valentines Day.

In a couple of  days it’s the 14th of Feb, celebrated as Valentine’s Day(I do think its a Marketing gimmick but thats topic for another blog)- A day of LOVE, although to me everyday is about Love.  It’s the glue that holds everything together.  I am amazed that it is the one theme that has- everyone, everywhere, no matter what their upbringing, culture or nature - twittering.  Most any famous poet/author  has a bunch of verses written about Love. Each different yet Moving, Touching, Making us aware of the emotion  that is a common thread amongst the seemingly different and separate us.   I am no different, I have used it as a theme many times.

 

For the past 3 months I have been on a Reading Binge- one of the books I have just started reading(I havent finished it yet) is “The Mastery of love” by Don Miguel Ruiz. He talks of Love as I envision it, the kind that is airy, with lots of room to breathe, grow and be.  I thought it would be good to share some of his   words with you. As I read this book, like most self-help books, it’s a re-enforcement of things I am still trying to get right(although I think that’s because I cant accept that perfection is an ideal).   I am convinced that any change can only happen if I change the way I see and do things around and within me.  That I cant go around and change everything that doesn’t look right to me in this world, but I can change the way I look at it or feel about it.  Here are some of his words… I am setting it to friends only because I wasn’t able to find any of his words on the web except for one of the paragraphs. I don’t know what the copyright rules entail but I wanted to share bits that I think is useful in our lives, if attention is drawn to it.

 

“You have to focus on the most wonderful relationship you can have: the relationship with yourself. It is not about being selfish; it’s about self-love. These are not the same”

 

“You are complete. When love is coming out of you, you are not searching for love because you are afraid to be alone.  When you have all that love for yourself, you can be alone and there’s no problem.  You are happy to be alone, and to share is also fun.”

 

“The problem with humans is that they don't know they have a magical kitchen (wherein, you can have any food you want, from any place in any quantity, without limitation or restriction) in their heart. A long time ago, we closed our hearts and we can no longer feel the love that is in there. At some point, we became afraid, because love isn't fair. Love hurts. Then we become selfish and close our hearts tightly. It isn't safe to love, we believe. Then in a relationship, there is a war for control. What we call love-someone who needs me, who cares about me-isn't love; it is selfishness. How can that work? Then we search for advice on love and sex. Yet, there is nothing to learn about love. Everything is already there, in our genes, in our nature. We don't have to learn anything except what we invent in this world of illusion. We search for love outside ourselves when love is all around us. Love is everywhere, but we don't have the eyes to see. Our emotional body is no longer tuned to love. People are starving for love, not knowing their heart is a magical kitchen. Your heart is a magical kitchen. Open your heart. Open your magical kitchen and refuse to walk around the world begging for love. In your heart is all the love you need. Your heart can create any amount of love, not just for yourself, but for the whole world. When we know that our heart is a magical kitchen, we are always generous and our love is completely unconditional.”

 

“Relationship is an art. The dream that two create is more difficult to master than one. To keep the two of you happy, you have to keep your Half perfect.  You are responsible for your half, and your half has a certain amount of garbage. Your garbage is your garbage.  The one who has to deal with that garbage is you, not your partner. If you partner tries to clean your garbage, she is going to end up with a broken nose.  We have to learn not to put our nose where no one wants it”

 

“If you cannot love your partner the way she is, someone else can love her just as she is. Don’t waste your time, and don’t waste your partner’s time.  This is respect.”

 

“See what is in front of you; don’t be blind or pretend to see what is not there. Don’t deny what you see just to get the merchandise when that merchandise will not fit your needs.  When you buy something you don’t need, it ends up in the garage.  It’s the same with relationship.”

 

“Perhaps you already have a certain amount of time invested in a relationship. If you choose to keep going, you can still have a new beginning by accepting and loving your partner just as she is. But first you will need to take a step back. You have to accept yourself and love yourself just the way you are. Only by loving and accepting yourself the way you are can you truly be and express what you are.”

 

I want to let you all know I feel honoured to have you all grace my cyber-life.  Thank you for sharing snippets of your life with me.  Thank you for the laughs, your encouraging words, funny comments and knowing that you share.

 

May this Valentines Day help you all focus on the Primary Step to Love : Self-love. Happy Valentines Day!

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

To my Grandchildren

My bones now creaking like old doors on hinges desperately needing oil, I sit and look out into the distance. The Distance of times gone by appears very sharp. Yes! Most think we humans like to romanticize a by-gone era, simply because of nostalgia for an imagined goodness. There is no one to blame except for time, for that kind of thinking. But I have to try to beat time, to leave you, my grandchildren, an understanding of what I have come to understand. You see, in my present state, that is all I can leave for you-Words from experience and understanding. Goodness comes from understanding what Badness is and learning to Master your Mind to stay away from it. There is no evil, except the unwillingness to make an effort to devote ourselves to that which brings harmony within our minds. If you watched a class with students not paying attention, you will find that the moment the Teacher quietly turns around and watches the Class, each and every student will begin to respond by quieting down. That, is the Silence the Teacher wills INSIDE her mind, moving OUTSIDE to the Students mind. Harmony, like Silence moves from Within to the Without. Cultivate your minds to seek out that which serves harmony.

In the days of my youth, we understood respect because respect was the Norm. An Elder, even if they were born just one day earlier than you were, was given respect because they have irreplaceable experiences that the one extra day gives them. A young one was given respect because they learned by example. Giving them respect meant continuing the cycle of respect, so they know how to respect others. We spoke and addressed the young, the same way we would address someone older than us, that way the thought of ever using disrespectful words have no place in their inheritance. So practice respecting yourself by paying attention to doing and saying things in a manner that increases esteem in your own eyes. Respect for others comes when you know how to respect yourself.

An Elder was the keeper of knowledge- of families traditions, of nature’s working, of all things learned from the foundation of knowledge from those before them. Our Elders knew what it was to be an Elder, the one that guides those depending on their Wisdom. They understood that wisdom was lost when arrogance entered their minds, and hence always acted in Benevolence…They knew to live without infringing another’s right to live. Taking only what they need, not what they want, is what keeps the delicate balance within Nature. We all know what we need but most of us care about what we Want. Listening and Doing, more than Preaching lead to building bonds. Cultivating good speech was a virtue. Being Honest and Ethical in our work and taking responsibility for our actions was a virtue that made a man or woman out of us. To practice compassion, mercy and forgiveness while not giving into greed, anger, jealousy, envy, or our ego was the practice of everyday life. Everything in life has a unseen boundary and a harmonious family lived within this boundary. When you do something for the very first time, it is difficult but once you do it, it becomes easier the second and the third time. This holds for crossing boundaries too. Once you cross, the boundary is broken and usually it is hard to get back inside and build it again. Which is where responsibility comes in. Being responsible means learning what is appropriate and acting on it. Being responsible means that when mistakes are made, you dont blame someone else for it. The Idea of responsibility is not merely apologizing for a mistake but for remedying the mistake.

You, my grandchildren, are foundlings in the learning. I want to leave you with what I know so that you may build on it. The future rests on you, hence you need to be that brick that is still in the kiln. A lot of burning has to be done to become strong-Burning of ignorance. I know the world around you is not what it used to be when we were young. But there are a few constants apart from the obvious ones like day and night and the seasons. I have learned that each of us has a place that is exclusively ours. There are a lot of distractions today than we ever had in our time but you still have constants, that those who came before you had- the quality to discern what is good. Ask yourselves if what you are thinking or saying or doing builds on what is already being built or does it bring down what was built by the endless efforts of your ancestors before you? In that answer lies the Truth, the Constant.

While doing something remember that simple every-day acts have consequences. And Consequences are like words, once out of the mouth, they can’t be taken back. Think about what consequences you would like before you act for in that answer lies the Truth, constant.

Find that place of quiet within you. Look at how you grew from infancy. Do you see? You learned to walk before you learned to talk. That’s the universe telling you the rule of life, always walk the walk before you talk the talk. When you walk in Truth, there is no need for talking.

Remember nothing is yours to keep for eternity, so pass on that you learned in the quiet, to those younger than you. That is our purpose, to add to the brick that builds. Live like a warrior, remembering that you could die any moment. Be not afraid of death, for that is what every living being does, it is not special. For a warrior, to remember death, IS Living. Use that reminder to do what needs to be done right now, so that you never die leaving unfinished work. To Die without regret, with dignity is to die Honourably. So, do not shame your ancestors with the fear of death.

I understand that you will feel like I am talking of Utopia. But I urge you to think of it and look upon changes that have happened within your own lives. Ask yourself, if you willed it or it fell upon you? Keep an account of all your thoughts before the changes and after the changes, you will see that everything came from your thoughts, even the thought that merely passed and you thought was inconsequential. Yes, thoughts manifest. So direct your thoughts to that which you want to manifest. Keep your thoughts clear, so that when it manifests there is no confusion.

Do not weep on my departing, for I leave a part of me within each of you, you only need to listen to it in silence.

May you always remember the blessing that you are.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Safe Haven

His muscles strain
As the raised axe falls
Chopping wood
To warm our home.
Through face shadowed
with the years of work,
I feel his kindness
Like it was yesterday.
He took me in, while I was lost
To work for food and board
I worked the day, masking pain
From his watchful eyes.

A broken vase, I was
With cracks showcased
I had no place to be
For no one wanted me
No place was safe
As the quietness of him.
Glad was I, for his silence.
He asked no questions,
Expected no answers,
His eyes willed me strength
He wiped my tears
Alone, I fought my fears,
Or so I thought
Until it became a habit
To have him around.
He treated me right
Unaware of my plight.

That was years ago,
When I couldnt smile.
Here, in the now,
My heart is warm
We have each other
Taking what each could give
As long as we live.