Once a week in October, November and December I will share Blessings, both received and given. To consciously acknowledge some of the ordinary and extra-ordinary gifts of each day. To focus on the many blessings which arise like the sun over our multi-colored ever-changing earth.
Every evening I scribbled a daily blessing in a small notebook covered with multi-colored circles. The practice, thus far, has proved both inspiring and challenging.
Tuesday Primary blessing both given and received: visited a 92-year-old friend. Anita is a former school teacher with a memory sharper than tacks. She keeps her mind sprite counting backwards by sevens every morning before arising. (Or was it by nines? *grin*)
Some folks say–how wonderful to visit the elders. But I always feel like I get as much–or more–from these visits than they do.
She shares jokes and laughs so merrily. Here is one joke: Three pastors went fishing out in a boat. As they fished, one pastor suggested they share some of their trials and temptations, and maybe they could help one another. The first pastor said he was hooked on gambling at casinos. He couldn’t stop. He was very embarrassed. The second pastor confessed he was a terrible cheat. He hadn’t paid his income tax in two years. The third pastor said nothing. The other two asked, “C’mon, don’t you have any weaknesses you want to share with us?” The third pastor finally blurted, “I’m a terrible gossip and I can’t wait to get off this boat!”
Wednesday Had a terrible headache all day. Ladies and gents, I think it’s most difficult to count blessings when we hurt physically, mentally or emotionally. Our attention travels to where it hurts and tells stories about how bad it is.
Blessing received: phone call from daughter, email from son and loving attention from Barry. Given: tried to be loving in return.
Thursday I sat on the couch, meditating, when the words “I will not shut down” appeared in my mind. When this happens, it feels like the Universe shares what needs to be written. The words are mine, yet not mine. The feelings are mine, yet not mine. It all rises passionately as something larger than self, and later it always shocks me to think that people imagine I wrote it, or it’s about me. It feels like the most amazing blessing.
Wrote blogs this week as prayers. Wrote, turned off computer, let the writing teach me before turning back to others.
In the afternoon gave full listening ear to a troubled friend and later she hugged intensely and said, “I love you so much.”
Friday Good deeds: delivered birthday present to a friend’s granddaughter, attended funeral of our children’s former piano teacher. Blessing: Found lost paperwork after crawling around on floor at school and digging in boxes–YAY UNIVERSE!
Saturday Blessing given: read other blogs for about three hours (truly a blessing received, as well.) Watched amazing video, The Story of Luke, about an autistic boy and the blessings he gave others just by being himself. His life was challenged, but he continually inspired others.
It’s easy to think of blessings received, but harder to acknowledge blessings given. It sometimes feels embarrassing, like calling attention to self. Usually I like to be invisible in sharing good deeds. Often the deeds feel to insignificant or unimportant to relate.
Sunday Good deed: took pictures of fall color to share with others. Received: A heart-warming email from a reader with many health challenges who shared how much my blog meant to her! In the evening we ate dinner at a restaurant with my husband’s newspaper staff from the 1980’s. A former reporter visited from his current home in Vancouver. The publisher footed the bill!
Monday At work in the morning I heated water for tea, just standing around the kitchen, spacing out. Suddenly remembered *good deeds, Kathy!* and looked around to see what was needed. Put away the dishes. Later, unpacked boxes of teaching supplies and stored them.
Blessing received: Don’t know if I told you. Will be subbing for my friend, Ruth, as a Spanish teacher at the school for five weeks. (No hablo mucho espanol, amigos.) Ruth prepared THE most wonderful lesson plans so I can just cruise & have fun with the kids & teach them some more wonderful words en espanol. What a gift!
Such is an ordinary week of blessings here in one ordinary life in the Northwoods of Michigan. Bless you for reading all the way through! 🙂