For what form of expression am I most grateful? Well, the answer to that interesting question would be Words. The written word and worlds that they create are my favorite form of expression. I love to write … especially if I can keep the fierce critic in my head quiet. It’s always lurking, always judging, always comparing ready to offer its negativity to encourage me to stop trying. I’ve named it Shrew and often yell at it as did Smeagol to his Gollum looking into his mirrored reflection … “Leave and Never come back”!
It does come back, but now that I’ve named it, and imagined its form as small and weak and powerless though it keeps trying to live by sucking life off of me … sort of like Voldemort’s weak succubus fed off of poor professor Quirrell … it is easier to dismiss, and make it be quiet.
Like any negative thought once exposed to the light the darkness flees. So whatever or whoever your inner critic is, kick it out of it power place, and let yourself go free to express your art, music, dance, design, cook, garden, or like me, write … Just let go, create, and send it out to the universe. You know we are meant to create, to explore and to bring new into the world.
For what moment this week am I most grateful is the sweet awareness of eternity I had thinking of this question. On Thanksgiving day, after a taste-bud popping dinner I stood snuggin’ with my youngest grand-grandson Konrad (1 month old) as his mother hovered next to me and then I looked toward my mom, the matriarch of our family. I saw in that moment a family line as long as men and women have been on the earth. Awesome!
Konrad … 1 month old
One month ago Konrad was in the spirit world anxious to arrive and begin his journey in mortality. My mother is 87, she occasionally says she’s ready to continue back through the veil to be reunited with my dad, her eternal companion, with her parents and family and friends who’ve gone ahead. And I’m on the other side of the middle watching the lines of my posterity spread before me and I envision all the generations to come and I also can feel the eyes and hearts of the generations that came before.
How grateful I am for the wisdom and love of our Heavenly Father and his plan for us to gain mortal bodies and experiences. Grateful for my agency that throughout my life I may choose Him, choose keep His commandments, and know Him. That through the divine atonement of his son, Jesus Christ, through His grace we may be saved and gain eternal life.
How grateful I am for the sealing power of the restored priesthood and for my knowledge that Families Can Be Together Forever. That we may be married in God’s temples for not only time, but for all eternity; with our families sealed together generations beyond generations … as part of the eternal family of God.
What an extraordinary moment.
Temples of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints are dedicated to the Lord. Each temple carries the inscription House of the Lord * Holiness to the Lord and most are topped with a golden Angel Moroni heralding the restoration and preaching of the gospel of Jesus Christ for the last time in this the last dispensation before the second coming of Jesus Christ.
For what touch am I grateful?
Hugs!! I am grateful for HUGS!!
Fall Hike with Mala
For what season am I most grateful? Fall. Fall … all of it and in Fall I include late summer and later Indian summer and no snow early winter. I think that covers the stretch.
Fall … Fall Harvest. The mid-morning sun that beckons me out for the final garden day. It’s that day, that day to pull on my favorite garden gloves and pick and dig up the final products of summer. Then I grab those plants by their tenacious roots; tug and twist until the root ball pops out into the air hanging tightly to the soil. I shake the dirt briskly off into the garden and then toss the now limp and wilted plants in the compost pile (or trash).
Fall … Fall Hikes … with air just cool enough for a jacket, not cold enough for boots. Leaves and twigs littering the ground and branches newly bared standing majestic in their bones. Fall sun … rosier, softer and more intimate having shed its blazing summer intensity.
Fall Bike Ride … Visions
Fall … Fall Smells … soup on the stove, fruit bubbling into jam, spices added to pies and cookies, dusty leaves crackling to broken bits as they’re kicked up the sidewalk a step at a time.
Fall … Fall Sounds … laughs that float a bit more clearly across the street, wind skittering leaves across the lawn, zippers before the door opens, geese exploding in clouds from disturbed fields chased by smiling bird dogs.
I sometimes feel like Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music, when I stop and think of my favorite things and the list goes on and on. Fall is my favorite time because it still holds the sweetness of summer and is the quiet gateway to winter; trees, and bushes, and plants and sometimes the sky bursting into blazing color and smells like the explosion of fireworks on the 4th of July. It is the downshift from summer that is why Fall is the season I love the best.
Again today’s question for what sight am I grateful is almost a no-brainer for me … a smile on the face of my Sweetie when either he walks in the door toward me or when I walk into the room; especially when we’ve spent a few days apart. Or the smiles on the faces of my family when I walk through their doors after months apart. The sight of opening arms for that long embrace when some times I can’t really see ’cause my eyes are filled with water.
If you’ve not figured it yet, family and friends are my greatest blessings and I am anticipating “that smile” when Sweetie pulls into the drive Friday night after a week of elk hunting 600 miles away. And anticipating Thanksgiving day when blooming smiles surround our tables with plates piled with, of course, family favorites.
An aside … I’m grateful to sit here and think about the smiles on the faces of those I love. It has put a smile on my face …
Daughter 2 & Daughter 1 Together after a almost a decade
That’s right! That’s the gaggle 🙂 or part of it at least
Grandson weekend … still smiling from that trip
Making this mama’s heart sing … my kids, minus 1.
For what place am I most grateful? At one time I would have said “Far Enough” … the cabin in Lemon Springs Canyon on the rim of Zion’s National Park. My dad and mom sacrificed to be my bank so I could buy “Far Enough”, I needed an escape from the insane world my life had become. It was my refuge. A place of silence and healing sorely needed by my wounded heart and soul. After the healing came I loved that once in a year I could entice some of my kids and grandkids to take that journey south. BTW “Far Enough” was named by my mother, “It’s far enough you don’t want to drive a mile farther and far enough people don’t just drop in”. LOL
Now the place for which I am most grateful is anywhere my Sweetie & our families are … our home or theirs, inside or out, laughing or crying.
Abundance of Love & Laughter & Sadness & Anticipation … Family is The Place for which I am Most Grateful.
Christmas holiday company left 45 minutes ago … though they’re out the door the ions, electrons, neutrons, atoms, & quarks are still spinning all around and bombarding me. There is definitely active energy excitement going on here. Even the silence feels like it has weight. My mind doesn’t want to generate thought, my body doesn’t want to do much but remain stopped. The past week(s) we’ve proven Newton’s 1st law of motion: that a body in motion stays in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. Well my body wants to work on the other half of Newton’s first law of motion – sometimes referred to as the law of inertia that an object at rest stays at rest until acted upon by an unbalanced force.
Charlie; our foster dog … he misses his real momma
Was I being mean or what?
The 4500 miles, a new dog member to our family, then our annual 5 course plus dessert Christmas Eve dinner (carb overload) and wonderful friends, Christmas dinner and more wonderful friends (less carbs), Sweetie’s daughter & husband spent a few days successfully getting us onto the X-C ski tracks around McCall for the first time this year (like we’ve had nooooo snow to speak of) and so now the biggest unbalanced force that will be acting upon me will be the combined efforts of the dogs at my feet for a walk … later … much later.
And with that statement I am closing up the year of our Lord Two Thousand and Seventeen with a sigh of contentment, a heart full of gratitude for uncountable blessings, and a prayer of thanksgiving in my heart for all the days of this year. All the days of love, days of friendship, days of pain, days of sorrow, days of hope, days of joy, days of tears, days of failure, days of success, days of shadow and days of sunshine.
Thank you for joining me on this year’s journey around the sun. I’ve loved every minute of it I hope you have too!
Praise ye the Lord. O give thanks unto the Lord; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever. Psalms 106