You know when someone suggests something, and then it
repeats and repeats, like the Universe is trying to send you Facebook ‘pokes’
or nudges or whatever? I had a week like
that. About five different people, not
in the same conversation, mentioned my blog/my recent article in Clever Girl
Mag/journaling. Each reference was thumb
flick over a lighter flint, not catching, not catching, not… there’s a spark, a
flicker, oh boy, a flame.
I can't blog again... can I? Must resist...but why?
The truth is, my writing fire dwindled this year. The hopeful little flame was extinguished,
blown out by the Publishing winds that seem to blow smoke, not fuel the
fire. (Have we had enough of this analogy
yet?) I was disappointed by some of the
interesting decisions from publishers and the blog become more of a chore
that weighed heavily upon me, than something fun and frivolous.
But today, *drum roll* my brain ignited!
And my fingers are twitchy for something more than my Christmas Card
list and deleting the unbelievable barrage of Black Friday emails from chain
stores who seem to offer another confusing sale every single day. So… why not?
I don’t have such illusions of grandeur that I think you
actually want to know my Thanksgiving Day thoughts, but fuck it, I want to
write them for me, because--bloody hell!!! I actually have TIME today, because words, ideas, patterns and
thoughts make me happy. Of course, I
hope you know that I am grateful EVERYDAY, but as a more recent Pilgrim, who
won’t be eating turkey, I thought I would share what this Brit on the Ridge is
grateful for. En's Top Ten! So here goes: In no particular order...
1)
I am alive.
The alternative is not appealing.
God, there seems to have been so much tragedy this year; people who I
know, and know of, who will be sorely missed around the table today. Every day we have a chance to make a
difference; I am jolly grateful for that.
1b) I am alive AND healthy. I don’t often spend time thinking about the
fact that I can breathe, walk, talk, think (sometimes), see, smell, hear, taste, speak, dance, flow
through my yoga practice and feel my heart beating against my mat. The human body is so, utterly amazing! We are a mass of cells! A body of blood, water, plasma, fibers, bone
and cartilage, intricately evolved to function!!! Our bodies are our own personal ecosystem hard at work. Bloody brilliant really.
I visited my friend in hospital today, and yesterday. Being ill is, of course, never fun, but there is that added sorrow about it, to be there on a holiday, without companionship or food.
I visited my friend in hospital today, and yesterday. Being ill is, of course, never fun, but there is that added sorrow about it, to be there on a holiday, without companionship or food.
2)
Words. Words
are rather like precious jewels to me.
When I hear a new sparkly word it makes my brain buzz. I’m listening to Carry On by Rainbow
Rowell, and to hear the British lexicon, especially the swear words, oh my God! It is heaven! (I highly recommend this book by the way. And the Audible version is entertaining me no end.)
3)
Food.
Today, I get to prepare whatever
I please! So I’m taking time to bake eggplant
lasagna. It’s quite the ritual and
something I never usually give myself time for, so I will enjoy the process and
having saved Self the headache of trying to time the turkey, veggies, fixings
and gravy all at the same time. Cold lumpy
gravy fills me with dread.
4)
My Mum and Dad.
It still rather amazes me that they are here in NEPA. From 3,000 miles away they moved to
Scranton. We have many moments of raised
tempers, furrowed brows, misunderstandings, but they are two people who consistently
go above and beyond to help me. And it
totally tickles me that Mum, who went shopping yesterday so I could bake Self
lasagna today, tries soooo hard and is so rigidly British!!! She returned with the list with a few surprise
items. I had asked for a pack of ‘Sweet
Italian sausage meat.’ I stipulated
where she would find it and that is wouldn’t be in casing, but it would look
like ‘mince’—which is what we call ground meat.
Sweet. Italian. Sausage meat.
She returned with this. It looks
like some ghastly Jimmy Dean pre-packed thing.
Horrors. And yet, it was so
endearing, because she wrote me a note that she asked the man at Wegmans and
this was all he could find? Was he
twelve? I mean EVERYONE else in NEPA
knows what I mean by sweet Italian Sausage meat, right? But I am grateful and I chuckle.
5)
Beanie. She
ran away again this morning—ah! The joys of squirrel chasing!—and as I gathered
her to me, panting in my robe, in public, with bare feet that had carried scissoring legs
over the slightly frosted grass tips and hot-footed over the gravel, I couldn’t
help but let my frustration melt and just love her. She lashed my cheek with quick flicks from
her velvet tongue and fixed me with longing looks from those dark cherried eyes. My little girl.
6)
Joy.
Those little moments that make one smile and feel like a teenager: like
an unexpected song that comes on as one chops the onion and, without pause, recall
and sing all the words, jump up, Beanie kangarooing at one’s feet, a 8 inch
steel knife my new microphone. (I didn’t
say it was safe, I said it was joyous.)
7)
My job. I
love what I do. I love helping people
feel good about themselves, mentoring my consultants, cultivating a network of
positivity, heart, hope and kindness. I
love the possibilities, the challenges, overcoming the challenges, the rewards,
the advancement and having the freedom and choices to work when I want, with
whom I want, wherever I want. I am
soooo grateful I am not confined or limited
to a grey job I hate, but every day I get to choose. I have the potential of making a difference
in someone else’s life. That’s pretty
awesome.
8)
My tribe.
Wow do I have some empowered, empowering friends. Lionhearts, Yogis, Director-friends, Customer-friends,
Greenridgers, Reader-Friends, Supportive Community Peeps who do good
things. It’s the people who make a
place. Thanks for making this my home.
9) Coupling. It gives me no small amount of delight to see my friends finding their people. Whether they have traveled from PA to the west coast and found their new bearded beau, or upped sticks to St. Augustine, or found someone in PA right under their nose, it's a joy to see the ridiculous smiles on their beautiful faces. I'm grateful that they are happy.
10)
Love.
Because it’s a pretty wondrous thing when at last you realize you can
give someone your whole heart and expect nothing in return. And it’s okay.
Have a joyful, grateful, loving, meaningful, silly, music-filled,
word-stuffed, food feast today. Hug your
people hard and avoid lumpy gravy.