Quiet moments of reflection are leaving me teary eyed with gratitude.
Take tonight, for example. I just finished putting groceries away, which sounds like a mindless task, but for me it brings mindfulness.
a mental state achieved by focusing one’s awareness on the present moment, while calmly acknowledging and accepting one’s feelings, thoughts, and bodily sensations, used as a therapeutic technique.
The events of the day are unfolding like a picture book in my brain.
I woke in a warm bed, to a clean room, my dog’s puppy stare, and sunshine pouring over my comforter. Waking up isn’t a drag like it used to be; my mind doesn’t default to doom or gloom anymore.
After a morning of rest and relaxation my Dad arrived to take me grocery shopping. I bet you had no idea Trader Joe’s could be a spiritual retreat, but this afternoon it really was. A little over one year ago conversations with my Dad were limited by how little we knew about each other. Today as we wheeled around the aisles looking for bacon, having comical debates over organic yogurts, trying samples and discussing traffic control, it was like he’s never not been in my life. So, putting granola in the pantry and apples in the fridge might sound like nothing, but to me they represent miracles.
This evening I went to coffee with a newcomer; another miracle. If two strangers opening up and knowing each other immediately isn’t a phenomenon, I don’t know what is. This girl trusted me enough to tell me about her fears. And I listened hard enough to hear her hope.
For dinner I met with my best friend. We were born on the same day in the same hospital in 1987; cradle babies. The fact that I still have this beautiful friend so close to me after 26 years is…I don’t know, there are no words. It’s whatever the feeling is that washes over me when I try to articulate the feeling.
Gratitude must be the word I’m looking for. I’m grateful for the mindfulness to recognize the beauty in the past 24 hours.