The alarm goes off and my husband is up, out of bed, into the living room to do his sit ups and push ups, out the door for his 2 mile walk and back home again to unload the dishwasher.
Just after he puts the coffee on he comes into the bedroom, kisses me and asks me what I want for breakfast. We’re going on 3-plus years now and this is how it has been.
Gratitude.
I think about the days when I had to get up and get the kids dressed and fix their lunches and put a load of laundry in and start dinner and drive to work and work 8 hours and then stop at the grocery store on my way home — you know (or remember) the drill — and now I’m in this kind of fairlyland, dream-world life.
Thankful.
I look out the sliding glass door as my husband heads back out to the kitchen. A dove flies into the glass door with a thud. Startled, she lands on her feet, shakes her head a few times and takes off, sailing over the fence as if nothing had happened.
How grateful I am on behalf of the little bird. And then, as I lay there in my soft, warm bed, I think of all the living beings in the world who have hard knocks every single morning of their lives and of people who don’t have sweethearts to kiss them awake let alone to ask them what they want for breakfast. Refugees. Prisoners. Slum-dwellers. Orphans. Maybe even the guy down the street.
I am awash with gratitude for the plenty and abundance in my life, for the more-than-enough-to-go-around and for the simple peace of mind and the time in which to enjoy it.
After breakfast I will take a hot shower under clean water that washes over me from a spray nozzle, I will use shampoo designed especially for “color damaged” hair. When I dry off I will put lotion on my skin and clean clothes on my body.
Appreciation and wonder.
How did this happen? Why me?
The lesson however, is not to ask “Why me?”
The lesson instead is to practice opening my heart wide enough to allow all the wonder and gratitude in without diminishing it with guilt or with comparisons or with self-doubt or questions like “Why me?”
Guilt and self-doubt push gratitude away. They are ways of saying “No thank you.”
“Just be grateful,” I tell myself.
That is your calling now, at this time of your life. That is what brings balance to a world in which there is so much suffering.
“Balance the suffering with gratitude. That is your practice.”
It is a simple and yet so difficult thing to be grateful. It requires stretching and allowing and receiving and acceptance and it requires that you be … happy.
“Thank you.”
I remind myself again.
“Just say ‘thank you.’
It’s my morning mantra.
This article originally appeared in Elephant Journal.com.
Author Bio: Carmelene Melanie Siani
Carmelene writes stories from every day life and how life itself offers lessons to help us grow, expand, and put our feet on higher ground.
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I just love this woman’s posts. I always learn something and always feel better after reading them. A few I have printed out and have them hanging on my mirror and wardrobe. I am thankful for her.
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OMG, Brooke. I’m blown away! Thank you so much for your comments! Truly. Thank you again!
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Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!!! Thank you for this! 🙂
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So glad you liked it LulujBF7! Thank you!
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negroâ„¢.
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Thank you so much Mr. Militant Negro!
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Thank you for sharing the post. I like your point, acceptance and gratitude.
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Thank you for your comments DK1WAY! xoxoxo
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You are welcome.
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Everytime I see your posts my heart skips…as always lovely lovely. Much appreciation and love from Nairobi.
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Thank you 🙂
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A Men ! sister !! 🙂 This is the only way to be truly happy, more and more love, Especially for ourselves !! This is the biggest challenge and yet the easiest thing to do. Judgement of self or others is for suckers 🙂 :). “I yams what I yams and thats all that I yams, Popeye the sailor
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