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Showing posts with label Gratitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gratitude. Show all posts

Friday, May 27, 2011

36 Turquoise Beads

Beads resting upon a reproduction of a painting by Pat Thompson




I once bought a string of 36 turquoise beads that felt so good in my hands, each one sort of the size and shape of a piece of Chiklet gum. They now hang from a hook, here on my desk, always within easy reach of my hand. When I am frustrated, sad, or struggling, I reach for this strand of 36, each stone unique and cool between my fingers, and slowly work my way around the circle.

I begin where the line is knotted and caress the first piece of turquoise, saying thank you in my heart for something...anything. On certain days I can only begin with a thank you for the cup of tea just made but, as each pale stone comes between my thumb and forefinger, more comes to my mind to be grateful for. There is always the view out over Joe's Bay, whether sun shines or rain pours. There's always a tide coming or going to soothe my gaze, always more shades of green than one can fathom. Each turquoise bead pulls me to the next and my heart begins to ease, my mind coming into this beautiful moment.

Due to my daughter's chronic Lyme disease and its neurological involvement, I have wanted to study a bit about our human brains and recently bought a small book recommended by friends called, "My Stroke of Insight" by Jill Bolte Taylor, Ph.D. Dr. Taylor is a brain scientist who, at 37, suffered a massive stroke. Amazingly, she was able to study herself during the event and, after years of recovery, wrote this book in layman's terms for those of us not brain scientists. She begins by explaining our two brains, left and right, how they work and communicate together to make up intricate and individual minds. Then the good doctor takes us through the day of her stroke from the inside, a fascinating study. She wraps ups with the meaning of her title, simply and powerfully. I leave it to you to read her book for the full journey, but here is something that lit up the page for me.

Dr. Taylor explains how a feeling, say of anger or hurt, runs its physiological circuit in about ninety seconds, and then, she says, we can choose to keep running the circuit, which the left brain would be happy to do...or we can slide to the right (and this time I mean in a good way, wink-wink) brain and experience the feeling of peace, in the present moment. Now, you ask, what is one way to make this break in the circuits and move to our right brain? Well, Jill goes on to say that gratitude is one of the fastest ways to make this transition.

So I come back to my 36 turquoise beads on a knotted loop and realize how precious they are to me, how they first cool my frustrations, stop the anxious circuits of worries beyond my immediate control, quiet the mind and return me to the gift of this present moment. Where turquoise is found in the earth, it is thought to be pieces from the sky...gifts. Some days may be difficult, but I do have some choice and ninety seconds goes into 36 turquoise beads of gratitude for my peace of mind.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Very High Moments

I am so very grateful that my life glistens with so many beautiful moments... sights and relationships that just reduce me, mind and emotions, to a deep, sweet, inner silence. Here are three recent moments.
Up early on a spring morning. I opened myself to the beauty of the rising dawn sun. A little later in the day I would hide my eyes behind thick sunglasses. Still there were breath taking moments when I could not look straight ahead. And I owe my daily breathing to the sun... blinding and life giving...


The mountain, the mountain...you are the occasion so often for my stopping,staring-- becoming so amazed that I can barely breathe.
You stand so powerfully over me, quiet, unassuming, with no need to strut back and forth trumpeting to all who would dare ignore you that you are strong and awe inspiring... you are what you are...beauty and power standing gloriously above me...















Father Stephen Okumu, priest administor of St. Therese Church... your love, warmth, and good humor are the occasion for my crying one moment during the Mass and laughing the next. I am so privileged to be on the same planet with you. Thank you.

















Any moments you would like to share, my dear friends...

Monday, April 13, 2009

Spring Is Bustin' Out All Over

How was Easter for you... a lot of friends asked me that question today. I know, I know, it's a way of warming up the vocal cards and sharing the healing fires of the heart...
A question that gets one past good morning and invites a sharing about the good times and, perhaps, the not so good times...
I used to ask my mom why we moved from Houston (floods and freezing rain and hot, dry days... still it was my home town) because I have never been comfortable with the grey days, the rain, and the freezing temperatures in our Evergreen State.
Still, I have gotten enough balance in my life to appreciate the give and take of conversation in the Northwest... when I left Houston in the early fifties, I could not get books from the public library... the good old days... hah!
So, my Easter... so many hugs and shared stories and laughter and wonderful music at the church... just a beautiful day for me...


Seeing so many adults supporting the children's choir at St. Therese... a standing ovation at the end of the worship service... and a large group of folks stayed after the service to listen to them sing a few more songs and applaud for them... they deserved it...
and seeing the community supporting them in sharing their gifts delighted me... that's what healthy spirituality is about... loving each other and loving our children








So my Spring Resolution is to get on with living in the moment, enjoying the journey, rain, hail, sunshine, cold piercing winds, hot dusty days... I am going to choose to feel, and let folks share their stories with me, and find strength in our union to meet the downs and ups of the day with gratitude and creativity.