Days 49 & 50: Little opportunities have been coming like small waves–the kind that thrum against the shoreline of a lake when something has stirred the waters. Opportunities for happiness or kindness or to behave differently than I might have before keep gently rolling forward and nudging at my feet. I don’t know if it’s a product of aging or learning, but the heights that seemed important to scale, the unidentified thing or pleasure of great magnitude, even the grand gesture of gratitude do not seem so important to me. There are so many views from a rise in the road or a foothill climbed with a friend that is just as satisfying as an Everest. So many chances to embrace handfuls of pleasure and give away nuggets of gratitude. I know what I prefer, even if once more it is not the norm.
I spoke with Heroic Keith (of car repair fame) and told him how much his efforts on my behalf meant to me. He stammered a little and I reinforced just how much his kindness coupled with being good at his job really meant. I could feel him smiling through the phone and I was glad that I didn’t let the moment slide by. I had two sticky conversations with people whose circus and monkeys had shown up. I listened and had empathy and didn’t offer to fix anything for them. I was glad I was able to let the moments slide by. When I finally arrived home to wagging dogs, I had my moment of gratitude for the day. I filled the bird feeder and the suet cages and scattered some peanuts for good measure. And I said thank you, thank you, thank you to what or whomever was listening. Some cultures say that birds carry our messages to the Universe. If that’s true, then perhaps a woodpecker or chickadee with a full belly carried off my message into the night. It may not be a grand gesture but it feels just grand to me.