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Gratitude Friday

sanfranbridge051. Spit & Polish. I am only beginning to process the wonder of this workshop, this retreat. I was writing this morning in my journal, listing all the specific things I was grateful for about this past weekend, and I filled two pages. The short version is two supremely wise and kind teachers, a magic location, a group of willing and creative participants, and amazing support staff which included a sweet dog with tiger stripes, a gray muzzle, and ears that stood up only sometimes.

2. 27 Powers Court. As I said, this location is magic. It reminded me of when I finally took my meditation practice seriously enough to create a shrine. I knew that it would enhance my practice, but what surprised me is how that sacred space came with me when I left my meditation cushion, that I carried it with me, took it out into the world, a warm glow in the center of my chest that hummed with energy. 27 Powers Court is like that.

3. Eric, a partner who supports me going even though he hates me being gone, takes care of things at home and where I am, supporting me the whole time I’m away by doing things like telling me not to worry about the parking ticket I got or being fully present and comforting while I tell the story, through tears, of the shame and fear I felt when I thought I’d gotten on the wrong ferry and the workers treated me like I was drunk and the people in the cabin laughed at me, how he made me feel like it was okay in a moment when I just wanted to come home, how he encourages me to go after my dreams.

4. Fall, soup and biscuits for dinner, socks, being cold.

fallfood5. Milder weather in Colorado, less rain, flood waters starting to recede. It’s going to be a long recovery and there’s so much damage, to landscape and roads, to homes and hearts, but the rain has stopped, this storm has passed.

Bonus Joy: Getting to spend time with friends in California, some that I’d never met in person before, even though I already loved them.

Gratitude Friday

1. A short trip to visit family in Oregon. I only get to see them once a year, and miss them like crazy, so am glad to finally be able to go, even though I’m going to miss my boys.

2. Peach Pie Oatmeal.

3. Sleeping in, the double white noise of the sound machine and the whole house fan, Sam curled up next to me, no where I need to be, nothing I need to do.

4. Places that are old, but still vibrant, that remind me of good memories, places and times that no longer exist.

jbsphone5. Rain on a really muggy, hot day, the way a storm clears the air, waters the garden, and cools everything down.

Bonus Joy: Sweet Sam. I was depressed this week, lonely for Dexter, and Sam is really good at softening that hurt.

sweetsam

Gratitude Friday

1. Rain. We’ve had a good amount of rain this spring, rain but not hail or big thunderstorms, and my garden and yard, the park and the river are all really happy about it.

2. Crowdfunding. In the past year or so, I have helped musicians get records made, writers publish books, documentaries get made, people without it get clean water, kids that might go without receive Christmas presents, and even cancer patients pay for their treatment. I love crowdfunding so much. I love us and our big hearts, our kindness and good intentions, our willingness to help. Here are two projects just recently completed, with rewards on their way to me, an album and a book.

3. Collaboration. I have a project I’m going to officially announce tomorrow in a post that will introduce it in more detail, Self-Compassion Saturday. There are an amazing group of wise and compassionate teachers, writers, healers, and artists who are going to help me consider some important questions I have about self-compassion. It is the most beautiful thing, and I can’t wait to share it with you. I am humbled by the ways these women are gracing me with their wisdom and kindness, their willingness to share, beginning with the simple act of saying yes.

4. Peonies. I planted three this year, but I am already thinking I’m going to need more. N e e d.

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us. ~Iris Murdoch

springpeonies

5. Nature. How green everything is right now, how full and fast the river and blue the sky. How at an English Department retreat on Wednesday, we were visited first by a deer, then a pair of wild turkeys, and finally a baby deer — and when I say baby, I mean JUST born, still wobbling around on its shaky legs attempting to learn to walk. And there was a moment of sadness, that tender sadness present in everything, when we spooked his mom and she ran, but he was too unsteady to catch up to her, and I imagined his desperation, “Mom, wait!” *sob*

one of the turkeys in question

one of the turkeys in question

Bonus Joy: Another week with Dexter. An extra special bonus was that he slept in bed with us two full nights in a row. He’d slept with us every night for seven years, but when we got Sam, Dexter “got his own apartment” and started sleeping in various other locations throughout the house. Sam has recently made some similar shift into adulthood, and begins each night by sleeping for a few hours in his crate, which is in another room. I’m thinking something about this makes Dexter feel more comfortable getting in with us. I don’t care why, I’ll take what I can get.

Big D, Little D, and Dexter’s tomato plant