A little while ago, Randy, challenged folks in the blogosphere to stop whining and get grateful! Cindy, put her 10 gratefuls up in
depressive hibernative protest. Today reading some Anne Lamott, Plan B, (I love her reflections on life and faith, but grow weary of her political rants. It's not the side she takes it's just that I am weary of political rants. Note to self, leave political rants off of gratitude list.) oh yes, reading some Plan B I found this nugget from Miss Lamott,
Gratitude, not understanding, is the secret to joy and equanimity.
Equ, equa, equanimity I thought and then went to dictionary.com. The quality of being calm or even-tempered; composure. I like the quote and will wrestle with the idea of equanimity in the midst of a passionate life later. I am drawn to the fact that gratitude weighs in heavily on the journey to joy. I think a list of gratitude is wonderful and a great brother/sister list to a 'forgiven of' list. If you've never done a forgiven of list I encourage you to do so.
Back to the gratitude. It's hard to limit to ten because I'd rather just let them flow. With ten I feel like they have to be profound but these may or may not be,
- My dog, Chili. He is breathing loudly while snoozing on his leather couch. Ann's dad, who died from cancer in 1997, rescued Chili after he was dumped emaciated in the country near Carl's land. Chili and his redemption is a reminder of the gospel to me. I usually don't think of that at 3am when he wants to get out of our room and greet one of the kids getting home.
- Ann. She makes me smile. She worked hard all day while I lounged and napped due to being mildly sick and mediumly exhausted or vice versa. We make our first entrance into Turkey frying tomorrow.
- Giraffes. I love giraffes and I don't know why other than they are cool to look at. Maybe it's because they have short legs and a long torso like me. Well, they don't really have a torso. It's pretty much all neck. Anyway, I like them.
- Our new to us 2000 Mustang convertible. It is a freeing feeling to take it into the mountains with the top down and drink in the beauty.
- My kids. My daughter. My son. Life. Laughs. Tears. Pride.
- Chili when he's running in his sleep.
- Good dark smoky coffee from Peaberry. Smooth not bitter like Sbucks.
- Playing golf with my dad. I wonder how many hundreds or thousands of rounds we've had. We've played some great course with my son this year. Three generations together playing Pebble Beach, Spanish Bay, Harding Park in SF, and several other wonderful ones in Colorado.
- Eating my mom's pecan pie. A coronary in every bite.
- I am grateful for the blogosphere. I've made friends literally all over the world. I had friends of friends contact me from the Philippines to find their friends. I've tried to help find counselors for folks in Central America. I enjoy looking at the map of hits on sitemeter and seeing the dots on other continents. It's wonderful to have the world open up. I read friends blogs from here in town too. I get to know a lot of insightful, smart, creative, caring people whom I would have missed out on otherwise.