I get up early (4:30 ish) almost everyday. I make coffee, go outside and sit on the porch with my coffee and look at the sky . This morning it was snowing …..again. As I sat there, I was reminded of a “practice” that, when I remember to do it, opens doors inside of me. It is to say thank you for everything/anything…the good, the difficult…especially the difficult. So I said thank you for the snow and felt lighter.
Several years ago I was crawling into bed after a very long day, thinking about a talk that I was scheduled to give the next day. It was was winter and I was looking forward to crawling into my cozy, warm bed, with my new flannel sheets and puffy down comforter. As I happily slid my feet under the covers, I hit a cold, wet spot. It was a shock and I was confused. I finally smelled it and discovered that one of the cats had peed there. Through every layer. Don’t ask me why, but at that moment, I remembered to say “thank you”. I started saying thank you to myself, like a silent mantra and as I stripped the bed, it hit me. I was saying thank you (without a reason) and suddenly the reason came.
I was stripping MY bed…I owned a bed. I was putting fresh sheets and blankets on my bed (I had extra sets). I was bringing the wet ones downstairs to the washer and dryer (I owned a washer and dryer)….it was winter and I was inside my warm house. Giving thanks for “no good reason”produced waves of gratitude inside of me. I wasn’t just saying thank you, I was feeling it. This supposed “bad” had given me a much greater good (gift)…I went to bed that night with deep feelings of gratitude for my life (and a much more powerful story for the next day’s talk!).