Every day start this way:
What are you thankful for?
List it all. ALL of it. Rattle it off in your mind, or make a quick list on scratch paper if you prefer.
What might you be thankful for?
Like shoes on your feet,
Clothes on your back,
Food to eat, quality and quantity and variety,
A roof over your head,
People in your life that love you, that you love,
Your history and your path, however grand or humble.
That warm blanket, that news app, the cool car or bicycle you have, the rocking chair in the corner next to the window…
We all have things to be thankful for. Count them. Every day. And fill yourself with GRATITUDE.
Where do you work? When do you get there? When do you leave?
What does your work space look like? How does it make you feel?
Does it reflect who you are? Or is it neutral? What does it do for you?
Is it a place you enjoy? Do you like being there?
My two cents? Be content to work wherever you can, where ever you can find space. But given the opportunity, make it your own, however humble, leave a bit of yourself there, welcoming to you, to all.
It’s Thanksgiving time here in the US, time to feed the people again. Perhaps the most American of holidays, at least we try to make it that way. Everyone has things to be thankful for, everyone should have the opportunity to feast a little for the holiday.Everyone has things to be thankful for, everyone should have the opportunity to feast a little for the holiday.
Food drives to provide Thanksgiving meals, these happen all over the country. Generous people helping others, it’s one of the most heartwarming, and hands-on way to connect with others, if only through a little charity.
And so right here at home, here’s how it goes, Thanksgiving food boxes for 150 families. Via the Cupertino DeAnza Lions Club. GOOD.
…without the cloth. “ This idea, this image, from the sci-fi film “Contact”, Matthew McConaughey’s character explains himself this way…
…and it resonated with me then, and it resonates with me now.
Most of my life I’ve felt a sense of personal relationship with God, the Devine, somehow, someway. But I’m no priest, no minister, no mystic…I’m just a guy. I’m just a guy going though life. I’m a dad trying to do right by my kids.
I’m just a guy trying to do right I’m the world, with those around me. I’m just a guy feeling God is right here with us, right now.
I read scripture and sometimes it just resonates, it seems to transcend the hundreds, maybe thousands of years since it was written. Like this, “… and he is not God of the dead, but of the living, for to him all are alive.”
I don’t need a special cloth to understand some of it, maybe a lot of it. Let it speak to you. You might be the same.
Got some work to do this weekend. Easy does it.
None too happy about going into work on a Saturday, but that’s just how things are right now: short-handed; several challenges across the business. Easy does it.
Once I decided and accepted I was going to work for a few hours over the weekend, well, everything felt a little lighter.
Do what you can. Keep going forward. Easy does it.
Writing is a blessing.
This blog is a blessing. It’s a channel to the world, to all of you, and I couldn’t be more grateful:
For the voice;
For the opportunity;
For the feedback;
For the community.
1,000 posts earlier this week. Fitting it would be with the title “Why Worry.”
Writing is a primary tool for coping, at least for me. Has been for a long time. Writing creates hope. It turns coping into insight, and even a little light for others sometimes.
Grateful for this blog as a way to share that coping and hope and light with the world.
What a blessing.
I’ve been feeling this way a lot lately. Thought I would share.
“Running To Stand Still”
“And so she woke up
Woke up from where she was
Said I gotta do something
About where we’re going
Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving rain, maybe
Run from the darkness in the night
Singing ha, ah la la la de day
Ah la la la de day
Ah la la de day
Sweet the sin
Bitter taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out
You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice
You know I took the poison
From the poison stream
Then I floated out of here
Singing…ha la la la de day
Ha la la la de day
Ha la la de day
She runs through the streets
With her eyes painted red
Under black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging
And the storm blows up in her eyes
By the boys of U2
Why worry? Don’t give it much time, the worry itself. Those things on your mind? The worry tells you they matter to you, it’s a sign.
Beyond that though, don’t give it much time. Worry likes to hang out, as much time as you’ll give it.
But don’t give it that time. Don’t stay in the worry. For worry’s sake, and your own, take note, be grateful, and then move to the action, the doing.
It’s the doing that worry needs; don’t let it be an end, let it be a sign to spur you along.
Why worry? It’s time to move. It’s time to do. Thanks for reminder. Let’s go~
Wake of time away, list growing in your mind. Why the angst? Why the worry?
Most are known, and what is not, you can handle. Step by step, usual processes, others ready to lend a hand. Not alone.
The very Soul Time that concludes, filled with love, let it fortify, strengthen, not diminished, instead assured.
Be assured, your pace, your path, enough. Ease in, forward, know it’s enough, know, ease in.