Habitual Gratitude

Today I am grateful for a visit with my friend Betsy and for the well-written sitcoms "Mom" and "Life in Pieces" and the laughs they bring. Yesterday I went for a run in the cold with a cold. I have been fighting with the cold for four days and the cold is winning. But I still felt like going for a run outside. I was getting a little stir crazy. As I started my run, I caught my mind going all over the place and I had to rein it in. I tried focusing on just the run. Stride by stride. Slower when I hit an icy patch. Hood up when the wind came up. Stride by stride. Just running. Then some light snow started to fall. I focused on a flake as it floated in front of me and then another flake. And another. Just a snowflake at a time. It helped. My mind emptied out some of the useless rhetoric it had been busy replaying over and over. It brought some relief to this overthinking overdoer. I'll take what I can get. A mindful run. A step at a time. A clearer hea

Today I am grateful for conversation, a shared meal, and some walking with my friend Liz and her granddaughter Victoria. I am also grateful for an afternoon nap as I fend off a nasty cold. And I am grateful for Perkins Restaurants. I had two good meals at two different Perkins yesterday. A quick Google search tells me that Perkins was founded in 1958 and there are now over 400 locations across the United States and Canada. My first experience with Perkins came in college in 1983-85. We were in the smaller community of Forest City, Iowa and nothing was open 24-hours a day. But about 25 miles down the road was Clear Lake, Iowa and a Perkins Restaurant that stayed open all the time. We made a few late night/early morning Perkins runs in our two years at Waldorf College. Those were some fun memories. Thanks for driving Deb! Patty melt and fries was my standard order. Over the years, I continued to enjoy a Perkins stop many times. As we moved to our current community, we quickly notic

Today I am grateful for dark chocolate, soft kleenex, and mechanics and technicians who know a lot more about vehicles than I ever will. Sitting in the backseat of a car isn't something I do often. But I had the opportunity this weekend thanks to Darcy's willingness to drive. We drove in some adverse conditions due to winter weather. That also presented some good opportunities.  It was still dark Saturday morning as we headed to Green Bay from our overnight stay in Wausau. There was a fresh snowfall. The daylight was approaching slowly, but even without it, we could see how the snow clung to the numerous pine trees and created a very picturesque scene. It was stunning actually. Nothing a picture could fully capture. I rarely sit and do nothing. Pausing more regularly is something I am working on.  I was a captive audience that morning however. It was too dark to write or read. I just sat and looked out the window as we moved across the countryside. It was relaxing. A wo

Today I am grateful for safe travels to and from Green Bay this weekend and for all the driving Darcy did. I am also grateful to have experienced game day at Lambeau Field with my stepson Arthur. He is, shall we say, a very avid Packers fan. Thank you Arthur for sharing your Packers attire and enthusiasm with us. We had a great place to tailgate and equally impressive weather for late December. It was sunny and in the thirties. There really is something special about Green Bay and the Packers. There were lots of friendly people and Arthur wasn't the only one who went to the game minus a shirt under those bibs.  I paused to take this second picture as Darcy and many other fans headed up the stairs and in to the Atrium to make our way to our seats. Lambeau Field holds 85,000, and the attendance on Christmas Eve was over 77,000.   It was an enjoyable trip and my two favorite teams were playing. The only time I don't tend to cheer for the Packers is when they are

Today I am grateful for time with our grandson Leo and our son Sam's help with him yesterday.  I am grateful for new opportunities and experiences, and also for the consistency and comfort of familiarity. When I hit the publish button on this post, it will be post #1500 that has gone from draft, to preview, to publish on Habitual Gratitude. I wouldn't have guessed at post #15 that I would ever reach this milestone of 1500 posts. A post at a time, a word at a time, anything is possible. I wouldn't have guessed at age 15 that I would be an alcoholic with long-term sobriety at 51. A day at a time, anything is possible. But at age 15, I did come across a prophetic line that I wrote on a piece of paper and put on the mirror in the bedroom I shared with my sister. That line?   "The chains of alcohol are too weak to be felt until they are strong to be broken." In my case, they definitely were. At 15 days of sobriety, how could I know that a new way of looking at

Today I am grateful for a fresh cup of coffee and for my friends at our local breast cancer support group. We met last evening and enjoyed holiday treats and conversation, appreciating the fact that we were there together, alive, moving on with life after a breast cancer diagnosis;whether that diagnosis was years ago or more recent. I have one more fortune cookie prompt to drive my writing this morning: "Don't let your limitations overshadow your talents." I believe this is a universal human struggle. Everyone I know beyond a simple acquaintance has this playing out in their lives in big or small ways. We hold ourselves back, intentionally or not, for a wide variety of reasons. My reasons primarily revolve around fear. Fear of failure. Fear of doing something wrong. Fear of too much time being needed; time that I don't have. Fear of being judged or looking foolish. Fear paralyzes and paralysis limits. Plenty of progress has come for me in my efforts

Today I am grateful for silence, enjoyed and embraced. I am also grateful for the changing light outdoors when there is snow on the ground. With lists of various kinds at work and at home, it's a good idea to make sure one of them is a gratitude list, so here are a few more to add to what I started yesterday: *printers that are working and accessible *cake with light, airy frosting *prayers-those prayed individually and collectively *my husband Darcy's sense of humor (especially when it comes to my "occasional" moodiness) *comfortable shoes and those who made them *pants that fit (even this time of the year) *the comfort level I have with many of my colleagues *problems that have easy solutions, just requiring some literal or figurative legwork *a variety of earrings to wear-many made by my sister Danita, I think of her when I wear them *a conversation to remind me of the importance of sobriety and recovery *those who clean our school halls, rooms, and o

Today I am grateful for laughter, conversation, and good food shared with co-workers. I am also grateful for the feeling of belonging that I have among recovery friends. I am keeping it simple this morning. Here are just a few things on my gratitude list from the last couple of days: *music that makes me feel nostalgic *the wonder ingredient known as almond bark *the energy in a school and among both students and adults *knowing the solstice is just around the corner *egg nog--alcohol-free, just like me *cheerful people waiting in a long line at the post office *people who understand alcoholism *my friend Sara's Monday night text messages of support *crock pots *the acceptance I have for my mastectomy scars *my old Wheaties jump rope In these busy days with plenty to do, consider pausing to start a gratitude list and add to it as you move through your day. You might be surprised what shows up on it. Have a good day! Don't forget to pause.

Today I am grateful for reminders to slow down and enjoy the holiday season rather than be consumed by it. I am also grateful for easy recipes and all the writing avenues I have. One of the opportunities that makes me a paid and published writer is the monthly column I write for our local newspaper. I get paid $30 per column and have been writing it for about four years. I am both proud and humbled when someone mentions to me that they enjoy reading my column. I truly appreciate the opportunity to keep fresh the idea of practicing gratitude. The column is called "Gratitude Flow" and here is December's effort: “The Pros and Pitfalls of Technology” As part of the over-50 crowd, my comfort level with the various forms of technology at our disposal is mixed at best. Computers, cell phones, email, social media, blogs, flat-screen televisions, and more are regular parts of my life; some just personally, some as part of my job. We live in the “Information Age” driven by

Today I am grateful for opportunities to be of service and for the event our church supports known as "Santa's Secret Shop." For several years now, our church has hosted this event with the help and involvement of other churches and agencies in our community. It is an opportunity for families who can't afford to shop for Christmas gifts to come and shop for free. Gifts are donated and the children shop for presents for their parents and siblings. There are gift wrapping stations and a parent's lounge where parents can relax while their kids shop. It is a really nice event that touches many lives in many different ways. I don't know yesterday's numbers, but last year about 250 children participated. On the one hand, I am saddened by the level of need in our local area. On the other hand, I appreciate that one of our community's strengths is having programs to support those who seek it. Darcy, Sam and I helped set up some on Friday afternoon. Th

Today I am grateful for opportunities to be of service, and to join my husband and son in those efforts. Today's date of December 17 marks the 8th anniversary of my bilateral mastectomies. December 17, 2008 is a date I have remembered each year since. Maybe with time it will fade, and it already has, but it's one of my days. Days important in my life's story. Days like my birthday. My sobriety date. My wedding day. The day Sam was born. The day my dad died. The day I received news of my breast cancer diagnosis: May 29, 2008. Of course, I don't remember my day of birth. But the rest of the days are etched in my mind and carry a myriad of memories and emotions, some full of joy, others full of despair.  December 17, 2008 ran the gamut of emotions. I lost two body parts. I gained the relief of being cancer-free and done with surgeries. I had a physical loss coupled with an emotional closure to a scary chapter of my life. I honor this anniversary. I honor this day a

Today I am grateful for my five senses and that they are all in working order. I am grateful for my glasses which help me see better with my aging eyes. I continue to consider how the sacrifices of others can and should show up on my gratitude lists. See Tuesday's post.  I appreciate the opportunities I have to sacrifice my own time and effort to be of help to others. It is a win-win. The sacrifice doesn't really feel like a sacrifice, especially if approached as a possibility to add to the positive stream of good in the world. If we are helping others, we are getting out of ourselves, even if briefly. If we are on the receiving end of the support, we are left feeling worthy. Someone cared enough to do what they did. All of this connects us, creating a grateful weaving of human hearts and souls touching one another in simple and profound ways. These connections in turn lead to each of us more readily recognizing benefits and sacrifices and internalizing them. Then somet

Today I am grateful for doctors who are patient with their patients and for new slippers that are comfortable and cozy. Yesterday I accompanied Darcy to his appointments with a pulmonologist and a thoracic surgeon. We left with some answers and some appreciation for medical professionals and the technological advances that help them do their jobs. Darcy's tumor is a hamartoma, a benign growth that can occur in various places around the body. The location of his, in the bronchus, is actually quite rare. Many hamartoma are never discovered and never cause any problems. Because his is basically blocking a small airway, it was leading to recurring pneumonia. It needs to come out and that's what yesterday's appointments centered on--what is the best approach to removing it? We met with the pulmonologist first, who had spoken to the other pulmonologist who had done the first bronchoscopy. She conferred with the thoracic surgeon, who then met with us. This multi-disciplinar

Today I am grateful for the milk and cereal I enjoyed for breakfast and the dairy farmer and cow that started the process that led to the convenience of me picking up a gallon of milk at the store. Just to keep me on my toes, or my writing fingertips as the case may be, here is another fortune cookie prompt: "Change is the watchword of progression." Change or become stagnant. Move forward or get stuck. Take some risks or just keep wishing. It can be said in many different ways, but it comes down to growth and change go hand in hand.  There are other words we may hear more than watchword; such as buzzword, slogan, catchphrase, or motto. But watchword seems especially fitting when applied to gratitude practice. Watch. Pay attention. What needs changing? What needs maintaining? Both are sources of gratitude reminding us of our humanness. Progression. My first thought is that progression isn't always a good thing. Progression deeper in to an addiction can be d

Today I am grateful for the joy I hear and see in the words and faces of others in recovery. I am also grateful for others who share their gratitude practice and wisdom with the rest of us. My friend Steve Foran is one such person. He posts regular videos about the topic of gratitude on his website Gratitude at Work .  Here  is one from about a month ago. I encourage you to pause and watch it. It is less than 3 minutes long. It has to do with what grateful people are four times more likely to do and they aren't even aware of it. It was insightful to me to realize just how much more I give a "benefits to me" approach to my gratitude lists than I do "sacrifices of others." Some of the over 1600 gratitudes that Steve was looking at on the  Daily Gratitudes  portion of his website were mine. It made me stop and think. I have tried to apply his idea in the weeks since, making a concerted effort to include the sacrifices or efforts of others in my gratitude list

Today I am grateful for the beauty of a fresh snowfall and eyes with which to see it. I am also grateful for the snowplow drivers who clear our streets and highways. After a more frenetic pace and mindset on Saturday, I approached Sunday more calm. I think keeping "one" as a guiding word is helpful. Regular pauses slow me down in good ways. It seems I will go along smoothly for a time, then I start to get spun up with overthinking and overdoing. I catch myself sooner than I used to, but it is still a work in progress. I am still a work in progress. So I will keep writing about it, practicing mindfulness, pausing for reminders like this one: Small ice and slush flows moving past me as I stood at an overlook along the Mississippi River. Just stood. Just watched. As they moved by slowly, at the pace and in the time they were meant to. I internalized the concept of moving deliberately. Go with the flow. Slow with the flow. Sounds like a reasonable approach to th

Today I am grateful for the feel of new sheets in a warm bed, waking up next to my husband. I am also grateful for the word and the experience of "one." "One" has been on my mind in the last days. I even checked to see if I had ever titled any of my other 1480-plus Habitual Gratitude  blog posts "One." I had not, though it appears in several titles and in a majority of my posts, in one way or another. Some of my ponderings: -reading one word of my poems at a time and how each syllable matters -rolling one Oreo ball or chocolate star cookie at a time -placing one star on one cookie, then the next -one pretzel dipped in almond bark, shook off, placed on waxed paper -one snowflake making a unique journey among millions of other snowflakes -one shovel of snow, followed by another, and another, and a driveway is cleared -one drink of coffee to savor -one banana as part of my breakfast almost every day -one step at a time on a run with Darcy on a c

Today I am grateful for the song "Amazing Grace" and a poetry reading opportunity last evening. A special thanks to those who supported me in that poetry reading, including my husband Darcy and son Sam who were in attendance, and my friends Kelly and Betsy who listened to me practice and encouraged me to proceed. It is great to live in a community with places like  BreakAway Arts . I became part of the first-ever poetry open mic night last evening. There was no microphone involved. The group was small enough to sit around a large table and listen and share. Thank you to all who listened. Thank you to the other poets who shared, including two writing group acquaintances. This was a stretch for me. I have rarely read my poetry out loud; only one other time in a public setting. It pushed me beyond my comfort zone, but was also exhilarating. I enjoyed picking out a few poems, practicing pace and emphasis, and even revising. As I read them out loud, I made some changes here

Today I am grateful for the palpable relief that comes with good news. I am also grateful for the support my husband Darcy and I give each other. Darcy's medical procedure the other day was a bronchoscopy. The procedure discovered a small tumor in the left lower lobe of his lung. It was biopsied and then we waited. It didn't have scary cancer characteristics, so we were hopeful.  Still, I know Darcy and I both went to worst case scenarios in our minds at times. When he got the word yesterday that the tumor is benign, our relief was audible and our gratitude deep. He still needs surgery and that means more appointments, risks, and recovery. But it is a whole different ballgame than going down the road a cancer patient needs to go down. The procedure, the news of a tumor and subsequent biopsy, the waiting for results; all brought some flashbacks to the mind of this cancer patient and her spouse. The range of emotions for both Darcy and I in recent days has been wide. Toda

Today I am grateful for our local writing group and our guest last evening, poet Margaret Haase. I appreciated getting to writing group and seeing familiar faces, after being unable to make it for many months. I appreciated Margaret Haase's words of wisdom about the craft of poetry and writing in general, as well as her poems that she read to us. How about a 2 x 2 today?  This one of the exercise variety. It is how I started my morning. 1.  Sweat      a. I know I have worked hard and got my heart rate up, for my health.      b. It cleanses stress and worry out of my body. 2. My vintage Nordic Track machine.     a. The fact that it still works. Today was the first use in months.     b. The fact that it was free at the curb and I have gotten years of use out of it. What will your 2 x 2 gratitude multiplication be about today?

Today I am grateful for medical technology and for family and friends. One of the gratitude practices I sometimes use is what I call "doing a 3 x 3."  It is simply naming three things I am grateful for and then giving three reasons why for each. It is indeed an easy way to multiply gratitude. I encourage you to try it. Write it down or just say it. Use any number combination you choose. Here is one I started yesterday as I nervously waited for Darcy to come out of a medical procedure: 1. Good signage at the medical facility we were at -guiding us to where he needed to start and the next steps -to help me walk off some worry and know where to return -to more easily find our car when it was time to go home 2. Kind people -nurses who kept me informed and with Darcy when I could be -a woman to share conversation with instead of sitting in my own fear -the doctor who was straightforward but considerate with his words 3. Medical technology -a scope allowin

Today I am grateful for my husband Darcy and our marriage. I am also grateful for some phone conversations with friends and family this weekend. My goal is to begin each day with some quiet time. I say some prayers I have committed to memory. Prayers that hold much meaning to me and that help me get centered for the day ahead. I also will pray for others. The list is long. Those who have had or are currently dealing with cancer. Those in active addiction and those working hard to recover. Anyone who needs special prayers; maybe they have suffered a significant loss, maybe they are facing surgery or health problems, maybe they are struggling with a decision. I will often do these prayers on my knees. It is a more humble and open way for me to ask for help and seek compassion. But I also often do them as I am exercising. Moving meditation. Usually at least a couple times a week, I will pray for everyone in my large family. I name them individually. Some of them I rarely see and c

Today I am grateful for the beautiful snowfall and to be able to walk in it and enjoy the peace. Today's post is inspired by another fortune cookie quote. I broke the cookie open and read the line, the went for a walk in the snow. Moving meditation to see what thoughts would come. Here is the fortune: "Be prepared to accept a wondrous opportunity in the days ahead!"  Here are some of my random thoughts about it: *"Be prepared to accept . . . " is a philosophy I try to apply every day. Accept life on life's terms. Accept results that are out of my hands. Accept that others have their own choices and beliefs. * ". . . a wondrous opportunity" could be as simple as being at the right place at the right time to be able to offer assistance to someone in need, even if it is just carrying something for them or holding a door open. Any opportunity to be helpful and considerate is a wondrous thing. * ". . . in the days ahead!"

Today I am grateful for lotion, shampoo, toothpaste and toothbrushes. I am also grateful for clean water to help me use and benefit from these products. As I put on some lotion last night, this morning's blog post took shape. I use lotion daily, and this time of the year it can be several times a day. For something I use and appreciate every day, I knew it hadn't shown up in this blog much, if at all. A search revealed exactly one post, from three years ago, that even mentions lotion.  Here  is that post, titled "Painful Reminders" if you care to read it. Nearly 1500 posts, and I mention lotion, a product I use daily, only once until today. Gratitude practice only requires paying attention. Apparently, I haven't been paying much attention when it comes to lotion. Each day, I apply lotion to my face and hands. The face lotion is a special one and a little more expensive. It's one of the personal care products I splurge on. It seems to help keep me looking

Today I am grateful for attire and shoes that allow me to run in pretty much any weather conditions and I am also grateful for the music of Neil Diamond. We have been having gray and wet weather the last few days. Couple that with the shorter daylight and it can be depleting to the body, mind, heart, and soul. It could be worse--it could be colder, snowy, icy. It might be more treacherous running in that. It can still be hard to muster the desire to go for a run after work when it is drizzling, chilly, and the daylight is already fading. That is the decision I faced a couple days this week. Run or not run? I was a little frustrated by the fact that my commute on these days was mostly dry until I got close to home. Come on! But I changed, laced up, and headed out. Monday's run was sluggish but I still felt better for doing it. As always. Yesterday's run was one of those that keeps me running. It was raining a little, but I had the right gear on, and it was a few degrees

Today I am grateful for Sam's involvement in wrestling and for the strong program we have here. I am also grateful to coffee growers. The other day I wrote about generous attention and giving it to the present. This quote furthers that idea: "Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present."  (Albert Camus) I hadn't really thought about it that way before. By giving our attention to now, we are better preparing for and creating the kind of future we want. Mindfulness keeps our priorities straight, our passions strong, our relationships healthy. Mindful presence, for me made more possible through regular gratitude practice, makes it more likely for me to have the energy and focus to not only do what needs to be done, but also keep pursuing my long-term goals and dreams. I will seek a generous dose of ongoing presence today. 

Today I am grateful for the soft glow of Christmas tree lights and for our dog Oliver and the predictable ways he has. Though I regularly practice and write about gratitude, there are days and moments when I am tired and discouraged and I wonder if it all matters. "It" being lots of things like my writing pursuits, gratitude practice, daily work on recovery from alcoholism. It's part of being human and for me it is usually short-lived. I believe it is important to acknowledge these lows and call them out. That seems to help them subside rather than deepen. On a recent run, or moving meditation as it is for me as well, I threw out a question in my head, hoping for a little clarity. It came in the form of this line-- keep feeding the right fire Lisa. Feeding the right fire is to keep running and writing, to keep practicing gratitude and recovery, to love those nearest and dearest to me to the best of my ability. Stoking the flames of this fire warms my heart and soul.

Today I am grateful for my job and the people I get to work with there, adults and students alike. I am also grateful for the worker in the local ice cream shop who dished up some ice cream for Darcy and I to enjoy last evening. As I focused on giving generous attention to the present yesterday, one person and moment I was able to give generous attention to was our grandson Leo. Actually, it was more than a moment and more like an hour that we napped together. Here he is as he is coming awake: I slept some too, but also thoroughly enjoyed listening to his breathing, looking at his little fingers and the smooth skin on his hands, feeling his warmth as he rested on my shoulder and side. What a treat! Then we bundled up and ran around outside for awhile with Grandpa Darcy and then Uncle Sam, chasing balls, playing peek-a-boo, watching Oliver tear around the backyard, and picking up a few sticks. It was the kind of afternoon I needed. Generous attention to what matters most--f

Today I am grateful for the musicians and singers who provide me with beautiful music to listen to. I am also grateful for those who decorated the Mall of America for the holidays. Our visit to the mall yesterday wasn't about shopping. It was about checking out the new addition and taking in the holiday decorations. There were beautiful trees, many strands of lights, giant ornaments. There were also hundreds of other people, each with their own story and their own reasons for being at the Mall of America on a Saturday afternoon. We didn't stay long, Sam, Darcy, and I. But I did my best to pay attention to the sights and sounds while I was there. That is what life is all about, what gratitude practice is at the core: paying attention. I am not always very good at paying attention. I get busy in my head and miss things. I start thinking about a response when I should simply be listening. Some days, it seems I am racing headlong through a never-ending list of things to get

Today I am grateful for time with my friends Jenny and Jill yesterday. I am also grateful for those who share their wisdom in recovery. I am taking the easy way out today. Sometimes taking the easy way out isn't the best idea. Like continuing to drink because it was a familiar escape, even when I knew it was hurting me and I was getting sicker. But taking the easy way out on a blog post is okay when I am short on time and low on energy. Here  is a link to my most recent post on my second blog, Late Bloomer and Slow Learner . It is about one of my life's messengers-Brother David Steindl-Rast. If you want to get any of my posts on either blog in an easy way, be sure to sign up for emails. It's easy to sign up and then each time I post, you receive an email. On this blog you'll find this option near the top right. On Late Bloomer and Slow Learner , the option is in the lower right as you scroll down the page. A shameless plug for followers I know. Guilty. But al

Today I am grateful for this present moment and the beautiful song I am listening to with ears that can hear well and a heart that feels the range of emotions the song brings. (It is Allison Crowe's live version of  Hallelujah .) It is Thanksgiving Day in America. Happy Thanksgiving to all! Every day is a day for giving thanks. If you wish you put more focus on gratefulness in your own life, if you are looking to incorporate gratitude practice into your routine, make today the day you begin. We blink over 25,000 times a day. Our hearts beat over 100,000 times a day. Consider Albert Einstein's words: A hundred times a day I remind myself that my inner and outer life depend on the labors  of other people living and dead  and that I must exert myself in order to give in the  full measure I have received and am still receiving. I also wrote about this quote earlier in my blogging days. Read it  here . The first thoughts that come to my mind this morning as I rea

Today I am grateful for all of Sam's current teachers and for good parent-teacher conferences last evening. Yesterday I ranted. Today I rave. Rave about the immeasurable difference regular gratitude practice has made in my life for over two decades. It wasn't necessarily a quick sell, but I am a firm believer now.  A brooding and ruminating pessimist as a child, adolescent, and young adult, I was one of those scoffers I mentioned yesterday. Picking up alcohol at a young age didn't help my perceptions of self and surrounding world. Slowly and surely, keeping a gratitude journal helped me shift my default thinking mode from a negative, energy-zapping stream to a more positive and productive stream. Our brains learn to see more of what we teach it to look for. Reteaching is possible. Default modes can change. My brain and I could be Exhibit A in that discussion. I now have many actions, including this blog, which help me stay on track and provide regular dividends of

Today I am grateful for my husband Darcy for putting up our Christmas tree and holiday lights for us. I am grateful to enjoy these soft lights sitting next to him this morning. But I also have a bone to pick today. Not with my husband. With this whole idea of focusing on gratitude in November and around Thanksgiving. Allow a brief rant from me. I would be the first to say some gratitude is better than no gratitude. Like exercise and eating right, however, if we want the benefits of gratefulness, we must apply the effort regularly. If I only focus on gratitude this time of the year I will be in big trouble. There is too much other time for the negativity and self-pity to creep back in and take over. Granted, we come by this naturally. In earlier times as humans, we had to try to stay alive by being on the lookout for harm and dangerous creatures. As neuropsycholgist Dr. Rick Hanson says in his book Buddha's Brain , "Our brains are like velcro for negative experiences and Te

Today I am grateful for the brothers-and sisters-in law who add much to our family. (Good to connect with you yesterday Bob!) I am also grateful for all of those who made the newest stretch of running/biking trail in our area possible.  The new portion is part of a growing trail system in and around our community and we really appreciate seeing the expansion. We also savor the views of our beautiful river country that these various miles afford us.  This is one of two bridges on the 4-mile stretch of new trail Darcy and I traversed for the first time on Saturday. We did the whole stretch and turned around and went back so we got a good view of all the work that went in to bringing this to fruition. This project took over a year and a half and more than 8 million dollars to complete. Rock had to be blasted, bridges engineered and built, trees cleared, and much, much more. Now, a beautiful stretch of trail is available to thousands of people. What about the projects

Today I am grateful for morning quiet after a couple windy days. I am also grateful for the ease of electricity and those who make it possible. There has never been a picture of a beer on this blog before and don't expect to see one again any time soon. I was feeling both a little punchy and a little light-hearted as I took this picture. My ice cream. My husband Darcy's beer.  I took the picture Friday evening. It's not unusual for me to get a little twinge of "wish I could have a cold one" on a Friday evening. I spent many, many Friday evenings in my drinking days doing plenty of imbibing. I had always racked up plenty of reasons throughout the week to justify some escape via alcohol. Sometimes I still get a little ticked off when I hear people talking about their glass of wine or a drink after a busy week. Normal drinkers have this luxury. I don't. And by the way, I will never understand normal drinkers. A couple beers and then you're do

Today I am grateful for the garbage haulers who come each week to pick up our trash and recycling. I am also grateful to those who work to get the food to the grocery stores that I can then conveniently buy there. After writing about things like hills and valleys on my other blog and overcoming suffering on this blog this week, this quote from my favorite Benedictine monk sort of tied it all together: "Joy is the happiness that doesn't depend on what happens." Br. David Steindl-Rast      There will be ups and downs in life, triumphs and struggles, highs and lows. But even in the midst of the toughest times, joy is possible. And even in the midst of the best of times, joy can be forgotten. So that leaves the present moment as the key to finding joy. Regardless of outcome, joy can be landed on in any given moment if we pay attention and look here and now. This joy has nothing to do with material goods or circumstances, it has everything to do with how we

Today I am grateful for my fellow BC sisters at our local breast cancer support group and for the laughter shared amidst serious business. The picture below is a clematis along the fence line in our backyard. The picture was taken yesterday--November 16. Now, that's what I call a late bloomer! It has been a very odd fall here weather-wise. The kind of odd that I have fully appreciated and that had me running in shorts and short sleeves pretty recently. The kind where I can have the windows down in my car on my commute home and enjoy the fresh air without freezing. The kind that doesn't come along every year. (If it did, I would be worried about what that means for our global climate.) These blooms are not the full blooms of spring and summer, and the greenery on the rest of the plant is mostly gone. But it is a blossoming flower in November, late in the season. It's tenacious and has some nice color. I'm a late bloomer too. Tenacious. Healthy glow on my

Today I am grateful for a sunset run with Darcy yesterday and for writing ideas that keep coming. I have always respected Helen Keller's outlook on life. She overcame obstacles and didn't get mired in the muck of self-pity. Both blind and deaf, she saw and heard life at different levels better than many of us with all senses intact could. Simply considering how she took in the world around her helps me slow down and really notice what I am seeing and hearing.  Here is one of her many quotes that I appreciate: "Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it." If the mosaic I wrote about yesterday only had stones of trials and tribulations, or just stones of triumphs and treasures, the picture created would be dull, lacking the vivid colors of life fully lived. And like it or not, life fully lived will include suffering. We can't avoid it or run from it. That only leads to deeper suffering.   But we also don't

Today I am grateful for coffee and clementines.  I am also grateful for energy to get up and head into a new day, even when I may feel tired or a little disheartened. I heard the word mosaic the other day and it stuck in my thoughts. Beautiful mosaics are created a stone or tile at a time. The entire pattern may already be a vision in the mind of the artist, or it may take shape and come together in unexpected ways. Either way, it is art, created with patience and persistence. And a creative mind. One stone or tile by itself may carry little meaning, but as part of a mosaic it becomes vital. The mosaic would be incomplete without it. Our lives are mosaics, built day by day, experience by experience. We may have goals of what shape our life's mosaic will take, and we can influence it some. Yet, we aren't even providing all the tiles and stones. Many are provided for us. Some bring color, others bring contrast or texture.  And the mortar is pretty much out of our hands,

Today I am grateful for safe travels, time with family, beautiful weather and a new day ahead. Yesterday morning I went for a run, leaving from my mom's place a couple miles from town. Town being my hometown of Ossian, Iowa. I ran into town, down streets, and past homes and businesses. I could tell you who lived in a number of the houses, currently or previously. I could point out what had changed on our main street-which also happens to be U.S. Highway 52-and what had stayed the same. Ossian, a community of about 800, is ever-evolving. As I ran past Carey's Park, I paused to take this picture. The log cabin to the back right in the photo and the top of the grain elevator in the back left have been around longer than I have. The picnic shelter and veteran's memorial are newer, as is the digital sign welcoming us all. It seemed a fitting photo of Ossian, past and present. I am grateful for my hometown. It is surprisingly vibrant and tenacious. I am grateful my f

Today I am grateful for all veterans, past and present, and their service to our country. I am also grateful for our English language and the many wonderful words contained in it. I fully appreciate the following quote, especially the word uncynical. Uncynical. Not pessimistic. Optimistic. "Strive to be uncynical, to be a hope-giving force, to be a steward of substance." Maria Popova  This week has provided ample fodder for cynicism. The election alone was loaded with it. Add to that a low turnout at an event I helped organize and some work cynicism stemming from the state of parenthood today. A draining pessimism was evident. Enter the hope-giving force. A new day. Perspective. They both help. And to be the best steward of substance, simply find the substance in this moment and draw energy from it. That is mindful gratitude. Pause and look for the substance and it is easily found. Air to breathe. Sounds to hear. People to love. Food to eat. Worthwhile task

Today I am grateful for coffee, bananas, and life experience to help bring perspective. Yesterday I had the number 19 on my mind for 19 years since I met Darcy and for the significance of the 19th amendment on a significant election day. So why not a gratitude list of 19?  Here we go: 1. Darcy and our family 2. The home we have, going beyond the four walls 3. Friends in recovery 4. Faith in God/Great Spirit 5. Freedoms enjoyed as an American citizen 6. Almonds for a healthy and hearty snack 7. The professionalism of my colleagues 8. Refreshing peppermint mints 9. Storage space to keep areas tidy 10. Laughter, deep and true 11. The vacillating human energy in a school 12. Being able to vote 13. Polling place volunteers 14. Carry-out pizza 15. My siblings and mom 16. My extended family 17. Being a parent and stepparent 18. Being a grandparent 19. Running with our grandson Leo And here we go into this day, new and interesting. 

Today I am grateful for my husband Darcy, our marriage and our lives together with our family. We met nineteen years ago today and my life has changed in so many positive ways. Thank you Darcy! Today is Election Day in America. It has been an unprecedented election season and I won't be commenting on it all. I choose to focus on the excitement of living in a democracy and having the opportunity to exercise my right to vote, I also choose to note the historical nature of this election. There are women alive today, born before 1920 and the passage of the 19th Amendment which gave women the right to vote, who will have the opportunity to vote for a woman for president. If that doesn't strike you as historical, consider it again for a couple minutes. And I wrap up this post with a poem from my sister Aileen. She has done it again with a writing that is right on the mark. Check out her blog "Poetic License: Poetry and Commentary on Current Events" here .  Following i

Today I am grateful for my sense of hearing and the many sounds that bring me joy and peace. I am also grateful for the nice weather this weekend and enjoying time outside. I had one last fortune cookie on hand for this morning's post. It was a fun way to approach a few blog posts, mix things up a bit, and to practice writing "on demand." This fortune reads: "Comfort zones are most often expanded through discomfort."  Amen to that! I need to reach a place of comfort first to feel confident and relaxed enough to fully experience whatever it is that is going on or that I am doing. That alone expands my thoughts and emotions in positive, healthy ways.   But if I get too comfortable in that zone, I get complacent. Things get stagnant and growth stops. Fun stops. Things become more like drudgery or duty.  So pushing beyond my comfort zones may not always be what I want to do, but I know it will help and I will learn more about myself, others, and o

Today I am grateful for a nice visit with my friend Betsy last evening and for our community's downtown improvements. Friday night Darcy and I went to see Culture Club at Treasure Island Casino. Coming of age in the 80's, we both appreciated the group's music. I didn't know what to make of Boy George then, but I know I liked his songs. After seeing him perform live and sharing some conversation with the audience the other night, I appreciate that, like me, he has gained wisdom and insight over the last 30 years. He commented that the group is an oxymoron; making happy-sad music. The human experience is a range of emotions. It has to be. We wouldn't learn or appreciate anything if it were any other way. I am grateful for his musical talent and that of the others who joined him on stage-I counted 12 total. Talented musicians and soulful singers. Here is a more recent image of the main group members: They played all the hits I was hoping to hear, with Karma

Today I am grateful for mild November weather and a bike ride yesterday with Darcy. I am also grateful for my eyesight. I've got another fortune cookie and I just opened it. The fortune reads: "Be receptive to new ideas from all fronts." Keep an open mind and a right-sized ego. Those new ideas may come from others, or they may even come from my own mind. From all fronts. An idea or inspiration may come from a place or person least expected. If I am paying attention, and not judging, I am often surprised by what transpires.  The more mindfully present I am, the more my head and heart are open to possibility. Open because they aren't cluttered with overthinking or overanalyzing. They each find peace in pauses and feel the emotion of the here and now. What a gift! Receptive. Able to receive. I can't do this life as a solo act. I need others and a Great Spirit to guide me. I am grateful for all who make a difference in my life. I am deeply blessed

Today I am grateful for a good first cup of morning coffee and for my job and years of experience there that help me keep perspective. I just tore open my second fortune cookie and here's what I saw: "The art of relationship is all in appreciation."  What a nice set of words to ponder this morning. To ponder as I sit by my husband in our recliners. To ponder as I gear up for another day of work with students and colleagues. To ponder as I look in the mirror. Then the realization strikes. Each day, throughout my day, I am in relationship with everything and everyone I encounter. If I look for the good, I will find it. If I look for things to complain about, I will find them too. A sense of appreciation and awe will lead me to the good, and lead me to a healthier perspective. This is the heart of gratitude practice. It works if I work at it. 

Today I am grateful for the many ways writing enhances my life and my level of gratitude. I am also grateful that this blog has given me much writing practice. Speaking of writing practice, we got some Chinese take out food the other day and got some fortune cookies. I got the idea to do a little on demand writing with them.  Today, I will grab a cookie, open it, read the fortune, and start writing. So here goes . . . today's fortune is: "Do not desire what you do not need."   I have what I need and much more. My basic needs for food, clothing, and shelter are met with much convenience and many comforts. I have a fulfilling marriage, family and friends, a job that is both rewarding and challenging. I run and write for fun and for health.  I would like to think I am not all that materialistic, but it is a reminder to keep it simple and to also be a good steward of our earthly resources. There may be gadgets and gizmos to make life even easier for me, but ea

Today I am grateful for morning coffee and songs that honor others and their lives. "Keep it simple" is a good phrase for me to carry through my day.  I can start with this post. Today is All Saints' Day in the Catholic church and some other churches. I work at a Catholic school and we will have a mass today. I appreciate that more now than I did growing up. Then, it was just a day I had to go to church. Now, it is a day to remember family and others who have died. I am especially thinking of my brother-in-law Roger. He died one year ago today, from early onset Lewy Body Dementia. And I am thinking of my dad, and Darcy's grandparents.  Such thoughts remind me to appreciate those living and breathing loved ones I share my life with.  Let go of petty frustrations and remember what and who really matters. Seconds. That is what our lives are comprised of, and sooner or later we all have our last earthly seconds. Seconds are all it takes to stop and breathe and re

Today I am grateful for my working legs and arms as I walked Oliver this morning. I am also grateful for my husband Darcy and our marriage. Yesterday we had a special service at our church. It included the celebration and commissioning of the newest shared ministry team members-Beth and Mary, both priests, and Darcy, a deacon. Ordination took place last year and earlier this year, but yesterday our bishop came to our church to make it all official. I appreciate the efforts of Darcy and the others on the ministry team. They have dedicated many hours over many years to help our small Episcopalian parish keep moving forward. I also appreciate Bishop Brian Prior. He has a kind demeanor and an easy-going approach as he conducts a service and gives a sermon. It brought me back to our decision to give this church a try 16 years ago. It had very little to do with the denomination. I was pretty much unfamiliar with the Episcopal Church. (It turns out that it is similar to the Catholic

Today I am grateful for a clean house, working heat and electricity, windows that open and close, and much more about this place my family and I call home. I am also grateful for the mental benefits of running. Yesterday on my 12-mile run, I played no music and had no headphones in my ears. That is my typical policy in recent months and years, whether I am running with Darcy or solo. From time to time, I may use my armband radio, but even that is a rare occurrence anymore. I appreciate the true connection to nature, and the flow of thoughts that can take place as they wish. The quiet and the endorphins clear my head in a most efficient way. I get ideas for blog posts or columns. I process a situation or emotion that has been weighing on me. I often will say some of the prayers I say daily, or do an A-Z gratitude list, or pray for my family members and others, one at a time. Running stride for stride, taking in my surroundings and my current thoughts, gives me a true sense of pres