About Abbe` of Gratitude

Grateful, Graced, Divinely Graced, Blessed, Favored, Humbled, Awed, Amazed.The life I live is a wonderland. Wherever I am is my author's abode. Many of the perceptions that pass through my consciousness are from memories of other times and places, far away and long gone but still so very present, so very real. Long, long ago I realized and had confirmation that one of my roles was that of Truthteller. My 'real' names mean Truth, Purity. And I've learned that pure truths are so fine an essence in our hearts that I can not confine them in the coarse, physical of experience. Later I will post photos, taken in a way to mantain my privacy. When I write, my intent is to convey an essence of insight of Truth through writerly means. No intent is to name names or publicly point at anyone. In this effort I've created a pseudonym.

To Be Able To Help

There were many errands to be done. I didn’t quite know how I would get them all done in such a short space of time. Then, one thing went away. Another thing, my husband took over because he was going to be there anyway.
Suddenly I was all dressed for public viewing and nowhere to be seen. A breathed a deep sigh and realized my phone’s screen was glowing. A call had come in, no sound, a glitch of some kind, but I had missed a call. Checking Voicemail, I heard the voice of a Dearheart needing a ride to the pharmacy.
No big deal. Dressed and with the car ready, I called her back and made plans for us to leave in a few minutes on our journey.

The morning’s news was full of things I could do nothing about. But the one thing I could do meant a whole lot to my friend. It could solve some problems, minor problems blessedly, but problems nonetheless.

I am so grateful to be able to do something.

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Personal Liberty

Today and for many days past, I am grateful for the opportunities to choose my way of thinking in any and every life event,

To choose the ‘Light Hearted’ instead of the burdens of dread and darkness.

To salt my conversations with words of expectation: ‘this will be fun’, ‘that will be an enjoyment’, ‘how entertaining that is’,  are thoughtful approaches of choice in the presence of things, people and events that at first occurrences may be on a razor’s thin edge between; ‘good’ or ‘bad’.

What an awesome opportunity.

Too, with people, we each have opportunities to uplift, inspire, and encourage. With the briefest of glances, we can uplift and support another person’s experience.

There are so beauties and so many fine people in every situation. This is each person’s option to practice personal liberty.

Judging the glass to be half-full or half-empty is not the point. The point is: there is a glass, without holes, with a smooth flat  bottom and it has something in it.

Be grateful.

My Gratitude for Other Walkers

At bare daylight, I am pulling on my walking socks and shoes and whatever other garments that might make me more visible.  If they are hideous in color, puce with Pepto Bismol pink, for example, the atrocity in fashion makes people see me.  I want to be visible to drivers who are more and more frequently looking away from their phones for scant nano-seconds.

The presence of other neighborhood walkers is a constant reassurance. If I am in trouble there is a walking friend nearby. While I do not know them, by name or address, I know them from passing along our ways every day.

They are clean, attired for the weather and the activity. Often, one and sometimes two dogs trot along with their human. These too reveal their clean state, brushed glossy- coated health. Many are the times the other Walker will be picking up after the dogs. All that speaks to a person’s respect responsibility and maturity of conduct.  Within sight of my route is a deep creek. Sometimes the dogs get to go for a swim and seeing their frolic is a special joy with laughter.

Within sight of my route is a deep creek. Sometimes the dogs get to go for a swim and seeing their frolic is a special joy with laughter.

Daily there are the pleasantries, such nice words to begin a day!

Amidst all this,  there is the confidence of other folks nearby. And their dogs. But not too close to intrude on my reverie.

I am so grateful!

The Many Facets of Education

Education for the most part of my life has been of the free but priceless kind. At one time we had to buy our books in our home state, but it was a modest amount and there were programs to assist the kids who didn’t have the price of their books.

Too, there was the learning from observation as much as from practice, all kinds of social conducts, academic subjects and experiences of the planetary resident kind.

By that, I mean that interstellar travellers might not know how to walk in the woods or drink from a stream or how to be cautious at the edge of a wind blown precipice.

The diversity and thoroughness of a background education in Art, its techniques and mediums and history boggles my memory to consider that I know it, but it is as familiar as scratching an itch.

I am beyond words grateful for all of it.  There is no imagination that could take in all the might not be it not for education.

I often find myself saying aloud I am grateful, I am grateful.

 

To be included

To be included is perhaps the most special thing in a very long time, for which I am grateful.

Truly special to me, that people would plan and send an invitation and call and ask with genuine hope in their voice.
“Are you coming?” And then with genuine care and interest in their voice. “Is there anything I/ we can do to help?”

Once there, introductions were made all around, and they spoke of me in glowing terms to the new people I met.

The ages of the gathered were from three-ish to ninety-ish, and the respectful interest in one another was a quiet joy to experience.

Later, after the event, there was a meal. Long tables with cloths beneath breeze bounced globes.

I was asked to say the Grace. Every person there became quiet and still and bowed their heads. A fragrance from the hanging flowers seemed as a blanket dropping over us all together at once.

The ease and manner of all those people showed me that Prayer was A common event for my friends. And remember to consider, and plan, and specifically, invite their friends to share their joys.

Helpers here, helpers there, helpers everywhere……….

My original intent was to change this blog’s theme. But, I looked and I liked it the way it is.

My day has been one of many people along the ways I’ve gone. There have been helpful pleasantries when I originally planned to be cranky. There have been entertaining stories and helpful ideas.
While driving, I passed the police and I am reminded of these brave and caring people who go into challenging situations to help people. On my Facebook newsfeed, there was a video showing firefighters successfully rescuing animals from various horrific situations.
Now my thoughts are a bit like a pinball machine ball bouncing around touching on the many, many ways people have helped me. There have been teachers who taught far more than I took in, there have been people who helped understand compassion and patience from my point of great need of those very things.
There are people who want me think about tragedy or sickness and disease or some kind of trauma. Yet for each one of those, there are thousands of efforts every hour, EVERY HOUR, to bring comfort, healing, correction, and improvements; also known as help.

I am grateful for helpers.

The Joy of a Pet

In my thoughts at the moment: my cat Grace.

A stray abandoned and left in a boxwood bush at my creative space a year and seven months ago, everything about he has changed since that time.

As I develop skills to upload photos I will include one of her. To describe her in words, she is a Tabby-Torby with strong markings and large patches of rust on her coat. Her eyes are now yellow and she has one wonky claw that is frequently snagged on something. The carpet has many places where the thread has been pulled.

Grace was an answered prayer that I had prayed the day before.  Not having asked for what to do with her after I got her, her arrival sent me scurrying to the dollar store for box and litter and food, and then to the Veterinarian to have her checked and given the necessary shots.

Then, because she was covered in fleas, ticks and dirt, a Dawn bath was called for. One tub of warm water for wetting and lathering in Dawn.  Wow O Wow how the water surface was covered in dead fleas and ticks while the dirt sank to the bottom. My how she howled!

Then she was rinsed in another tub of warm water. It browned immediately with more dirt and more fleas and ticks. Dead. Amazing stuff that Dawn.

Across the days and months from then until now, she had more shots, was spayed, and got to know her home, and me and the few visitors we have every so often.

Each and every day she has made me laugh. There is a reason cat videos get watched two million times an hour. She has made me calm. My heart has swelled with Love. Every day she shows me some something that reminds of an immensity

Every day she shows me some something that reminds of an immensity of the Cat’s intellect.  The encyclopaedias report that the most average of average cats has two hundred million olfactory cells so it would go on to reason that there must be an intellect to go with that nose’s ability.

When Grace sees that I am about to leave, she hops into the seat of a chair near the door. Her tail is wrapped around her paws, and in one smooth move she stretches up and tips her nose as if seeking a scent. I bend and briefly we touch noses.

The heart swell from that nose bump will last until the next time we see one another.

Attitude is Everything!

Mr. Horton and I were enjoying a popular tourist’s venue.  We paid a lot of money for each other’s ticket.The outdoor theater setting was a perfection of light and temperature. There were no disappointments for either of us. the performances were well done, the costumes brilliantly colored and uniquely creative.

For we two avid people watchers there were bonuses to observe all around us. At the generous break time, we waited in line for our sandwiches and drinks.  Sprinkled about were tables and shades and lawn benches.

A man sat with his head bowed onto the back of his hands.  His fingers, shoulders, and every part of him sagged, deeply to the ground.  A woman of unknown relationship leaned toward him and asked. “Do you want me to call the pilot and have the plane readied?  Side to side he shook his head, a frown consumed his mouth, his eyes, and his forehead. Seeing his motion, she hurriedly said. “We could go to Denver or San Francisco. Anywhere really.”

“No. There is nothing there, anywhere really. No.”

We took in their wardrobe of wealth. The woman’s expression was clearly one of loving compassion. Their skins glowed with vigor and health and a clarity in their eyes that could only be from physical health. Diamonds sparkled at her wrist and neck.

Yet he answered genuinely, and heartfelt from his perspective. “No. There is nothing there, anywhere really. No.”

Gratitude for many, many things

Liberty comes to mind. A freedom that embraces and encompasses anything and everything a person might choose in the course of a day’s life.

Then when the next day arrives that same liberty allows us to go a different way, in a different style if we so choose.

Infinite are our choices and options, and the style in which we choose. As an example; we can decide to hope in a positive direction instead of dread in a negative way.

True, there are people and their situations that have limitations on physical liberty. However, the liberty of self, up close, and very personal self-choices, attitudes, goals, and aspirations are keen and powerful in presence.

We each and everyone have the liberty to go another way, choose differently. We can reach for things beneficial as we put away things harmful.

The very process of considering things for which to be grateful, or thankful, or appreciative is LIBERATING!

There is much to do………

For sure my schedule this ‘workweek’ is a bit busy, with only four days to fit everything into, instead of the usual five.

Annnnd doing it all with not nearly enough sleep. In explanation, some of our neighbors began their fireworks exploding early, and the gurgling laughter of children sounded into the wee hours this morning.(that was joyful to hear) Then a thunderstorm took over the sound effects.

All that said is not to complain. It is as it is.

And I am so very grateful, humbled and awed with the many blessings that are my life.

I have a bed, a home, food, clean water, rain enough but not too much. I live with infinitely vast liberty and freedoms. My country is one where people rush to disasters to help, to lift up, to encourage.

The more I am grateful the more that seems to come to me to be grateful for.

I think about that and that too is something for which to be grateful. The liberty to think my thoughts, voice them, write them. Or be silent.