Abbey of Gratitude

Until my camera issues are resolved, consider in your mind’s eye: an old- time tea jar.  Originally for pickles, then emptied, cleaned and used for Tea to be taken along for picnics,  potluck and sometimes lunch in the field.

Now, daily consider your daily blessings, some more obvious than others.  Make a note of the blessing considered, and drop it in the jar.

 

Watch the jar fill through the year. Comfort yourself with a quick read and go.  At Thanksgiving 2013,  or New Year’s Eve 2013, review your blessings.

This is an excellent family or individual project, and very uplifting for grey, rainy day contemplation before the flowers.

My hope is for breathly rememberance of Indwelling Spirit who speaks and lights my eyes, my way, my path.

Grateful I am for the Divine, Who reminds my  heart to be warm and willing with ready compassion and tenderness in forgiveness.

Thankful I am for the Divine showing me when impatience and self-absorption and condemnation are  clouding my sight Before I speak the words.

Grateful I am for rememberance that self-forgetfulness, harmlessness, and right speech, are characterizing and lighting my tomorrows.

 

 

Unseen hands hold us, heal our wounds, and sometimes unseen hands have a voice that whispers comforting ease to our chaotic thoughts.

Unseen hands hold a place for time to make right the wrongs that are out of time.

We left a rutted parking lot, inside the cab we tossed like dolls.

Suddenly traffic was solid, bumper to bumper, four lanes full moving at 40 ish miles an hour.

On a Friday at supper time, with perhaps too much speed, we made our way.  Gravel spewing, lurching along among other drivers and their vehicles.

We drove a mere one and a quarter mile distance.  Four lanes became five and twenty-nine business with entrances and exits, demanded our attention, a few sudden stops and starts.  Inside our vehicle we spoke pay day talk, what to get for supper,  and gratitude that we could have supper.

At last we arrived at our favorite steakhouse.

When we stepped from the vehicle,  I saw them resting, where, in absent mind, I had earlier placed them.

Held in place by Unseen Hands.