“If we can be grateful for the world around us and the blessings in our lives, can we be grateful for our bodies?” With a fine line between self-appreciation and narcissism, we often shy away from saying “thanks” […]
What if a simple practice could significantly enhance your happiness, boost your physical health, improve your relationships, and even help you navigate life’s toughest challenges? It may sound too good to be true, but countless studies and personal
Renowned spiritual leader and Benedictine monk, Brother David Steindl-Rast says, “Everything is a gift.” The first time I read that, I thought, “Of course it is.” I had been practicing gratitude for nine weeks, a lifetime record for
“Gratitude is an art of painting an adversity into a lovely picture.” – Kak Sri You’re struggling to be grateful every day. Right? You know you should be grateful. You’ve been told to count your blessings. You’ve been
I took a moment. I could feel my chest. My heart was racing. What’s wrong with me? It didn’t make sense. I was 27 years old, healthy, had a good job, loving parents, great friends, involved in the community, and the list keeps going.
Yet, as I lay on my bed at 2am, overwhelmed by my life, I knew something was wrong. It was as if, the world had been handed to me, and I had no soul. From a logical standpoint my life was great, but my heart showed otherwise. Why can’t I appreciate? Why do I feel this? Why do I hate my life?
My 15-month-old daughter caught her second flu this month, and I lost a little perspective. My husband and I had been barely two weeks free of coughing, inconsolable crying, and sleepless nights when the cycle started all over again. I worried for my child as I rocked her through the days and nights. I felt sorry for my husband, who looked as haggard as I felt. And a ball of self-pity welled up in my gut as her illness ruined our holiday plans. Why did we have to go through this again? Hadn’t we been through enough?
Then I logged into Facebook and read a few things that made me feel more thankful for my life.
I am letting the silver sparkle. Shimmery strands of light, dancing through a somewhat mousy head of hair. I am letting them grow, and I like them. But I have found that not everyone does.
One of my co-workers could barely contain her shock when she noticed it … “You need to get your hair done”, she thoughtfully pointed out. When I explained that I’d decided to let it grow in, she was amazed. “But why??” she demanded, peering at me beneath a thick mane of what can only be described as pomegranate-colored hair. “Me ? Never! I’m turning 49 this year, and I intend to fight it all the way!!” There was no point in arguing with her, but as we parted company, I too, wondered why … why do we feel we have to fight this wonderful privilege of growing into a beautiful time of our lives – a time of wisdom, and peace, and understanding?