“Reflect upon your present blessings–of which every man has many–not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.”
~ Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol and Other Christmas Writings
I wake later than usual this morning–a heavy waking that feels as if I am crawling through Jello. I surface from a dream in which we are busy packing and preparing to move back to Canada. As my mind begins to clear I think it is Friday.
Discombobulated.
A consequence of last evening’s busyness and lateness to bed. On top of that I’ve got an appointment this morning so I’m feeling rushed before the day even begins.
I ground myself, calm my mind, settle into gratitude for the simple blessing of sitting in bed sipping coffee. I read some scripture, wrangle a few words, and gently allow the day to take form.
Blessed.
In the hurly-burly of clearing out yet another house, my sisters and I often eat late, which results in indigestion and poor sleep. Last night? Too many fries for a stomach used to healthy food.
I must pay attention to the “many” and “some” implications in the Dickens quote. Thank you, Linda.
I’ve noticed, as I have aged, how much more of an impact what I put into my body has on how I feel–and sleep. One of those blessings of growing older, I suppose. Thinking of you as you work through the house clearing, Marian.
Gratitude. That’s a big word. I feel gratitude every day. The roof over my head, the salary to pay the bills, the love of family and friends. I am blessed.
You have a great attitude, Karen!