Grateful for creativity, and for relationship, and for women who are finding their power and their paths. On Saturday, we gathered for a monthly coaching circle and all of us created beautiful works of art using tiles and alcohol inks (no, we didn’t drink them). Thanks, Melony, for stepping fully into your power and walking your path with such panache and confidence. Best of all, we all tapped into our inner creativity while creating meaningful connection. Here’s to the power of community!
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East meets West. The Wild West, that is, and the Far East.
I’m grateful for diversity today. Waiting for a table at the Chinese buffet, I glanced up at the light fixture — a quite Western wagon wheel — adorned with a delicate red Chinese mobile. And while my first inclination was to laugh at the absurdity of it all, I stopped. Because it sorta morphed into a representation of America — a melting pot — where East and West (and South and North) come together. We can coexist, and we can honor many different ways of being and many different styles of living. There it is! Gratitude.
Grateful for new specs – in a multi-layered kind of way. Cradled within is gratitude for discovering the “Office Lens,” which eases eyestrain from long bouts of computer gazing, and gratitude for flex-spending plans, which eases wallet strain and allows the purchase of more than one set of glasses, and finally, gratitude for taking myself by the hand and jumping in to a totally different look for me.
Connection. Man, am I ever grateful for connection! It drives life, you know, so I’m not surprised. But let me tell you why that arose for me today. I slip into a local store on my way home from work. Behind the counter is a woman I know through Charlie. She’s an acquaintance, and I like her, but we don’t regularly interact.
We chat a bit. She shares her authentic self with me, and I respond the same. That’s not something most acquaintances do. As I leave, the old-fashioned bell on the door rings and sounds its way into my awareness.
So, maybe it’s because the store is in an old, re-purposed home with lovely worn wooden floors and friendly low-tech ambiance, but I realize two things:
First, we connected in those brief moments on a really deep, trusting level, and there’s a sacredness about being authentic and allowing connection that truly feeds the soul.
Second, among all the “places” I find myself, this one feels real, honest, warm, and supportive. Grateful for the connections.
In the stark, bleak winter landscape, some trees stand out like beacons. In summer, it’s easy to miss them … but in winter, oh, in winter, these silver-haired elders simply pop. It makes me feel grateful for a lot of things: diversity, nature, and strange beauty. But I think seeing their starkness against the landscape stokes my gratitude for the immense wisdom and incredible depth that comes from aging well — gracefully, willingly, and embracing the inner strength and knowledge that bubbles up.