I celebrate that my daughter is 10 mos sober, we almost lost her last January. I celebrate that my son and I will be moving to a new home, it is a bit postponed but we will get there. I also celebrate he is in better spirits now after a break up with his Fiance (7 yr relationship). He is now in a nice relationship approaching a year and is much happier then he has been in a long time.
I also reconnected with my sister, we are very much opposites and conversations went south a few years ago. It was good to connect at Thanksgiving and talk on the phone. She called me. We will be celebrating Xmas at her place.
I work for someone with whom I struggle to find connection, but there are moments I cherish. Like the other day when he almost reflexively reached out to offer me a blessing. It was a real, human moment, what Dr. Brene Brown calls a “bid for connection.” Grateful for the moment, the action and that I noticed it.
Oops it says what can I celebrate today and this is that I live in a warm house and my dog seems to be feeling better now after many months of having to wear a cone. I hope he stays healthy.
I recognize and celebrate a beautiful cold and sunny day in Snoqualmie, WA. I am grateful to have lived here on our farm for 38 years. I remember and celebrate our children when they were young and living here with us. I remember and celebrate many extended family events we hosted. I remember and celebrate visits to Snoqualmie Falls, the mountains, boating on the Snoqualmie River, horseback riding and nature walks. I remember and celebrate the horses, dogs and cats who shared our life here on the farm. I am grateful for these gifts.
I can’t get past today’s quote from Gwendolyn Brooks, “We are each other’s harvest; we are each other’s business; we are each other’s magnitude and bond.” It’s not a quiet miracle but it is a difficult miracle for our egoic minds to embrace but it is a reason for our hope.
She wrote: “Whether you call it Sacred Unity, God, Universe, Ground of Being, the Source, or One, it is not out there somewhere, but is written into what we are and where we are…. Where could the Source of this loving, relational reality, the luminous web connecting all things, ever not be?
“When we discover and live from the coherence in our being, we discover that we are in a relational field with all beings, with a mystical spark at the center that connects us all. Merton saw this clearly at the corner of Fourth and Walnut, [when he realized “the gate of heaven is everywhere”] [2] and Teilhard de Chardin saw this and his writings are permeated with it. In Cosmic Life, he said, “To live the cosmic life is to live dominated by the consciousness that one is an atom in the body of the mystical and cosmic Christ.” (Joy Andrews Hayter, The Cosmic Web: Hope for Our World through Spirituality and Science (Rhinebeck, NY: Red Elixir, 2023), 142–143, 144. )
Just as all began (from the Big Bang, or the Word, depending on whether you are talking about physics or the New Testament) and expanded into the myriad forms that are permeated with the One, all returns to Oneness, which could be described as the cosmic Body of Christ.”
Today I can celebrate a nice warm house on a cool clear day and the fact that I’m still here.
Still able to do this.
I had a long work day with traveling yesterday, so not much time to respond to the question.
But, thank you all for the book ideas.
I’ve added a few to my list.
Charlie, it’s getting colder in Minnesota. Having a nice warm house goes a long ways. I can imagine how sad and lonely it is to be homeless, especially around this time of year.
The warmth and brightness of the sun, the miracle of ongoing breath with no conscious effort on my part, my glasses without which I would barely be able to see, fresh clean water that nourishes me and life around me.
I have been blessed with a beautiful new day.
I have a roof over my head, warmth in my home & electricity to make a hot cup of coffee.
Listening to classical music & I am blown away by all the great music written, composed & the musicians playing their instruments. Boggles my mind that so many of these musical pieces were written so so long ago. That to me is a miracle.
Many were geniuses. 🙏🏻❤️
The sun will rise, although it’s still dark in the Pacific Northwest.
Hot water comes out of the pipes–thank you, utility workers.
The hot bean water ritual is already under way–thank you, my sweetheart, for making coffee and bringing me the first cups of the day.
The cat has honored me with his warm, soft presence on my lap.
The house is warm despite the dry, cold outside that surrounds it–thank you again, utility workers, and thank you to and the crew who added more insulation during our remodeling project.
That’s a lot of miracles for having been awake less than half an hour.
The pale blue morning sky, the fractals of dry branches on the winter tree, this hot ceramic coffee mug, my beloved sleeping husband, clean water, clear lungs.
One of the quiet miracles… a hug. A sign of healing and blessing. I remember a long hug that Loc gave me when I was crying. It brought me a feeling of empathy and being understood without saying anything. I remember the hugs from my family when they picked me up at the airport. I’ll never forget how I felt. Blessings and cheers.
My Ngoc, I don’t remember. Either it was a long time ago or there were quite a few of them. Either way, I’m glad it helped. Sometimes, that’s all we need. I remember a friend I went to McNally Smith College of Music with in Angela before. She said that a long hug can make a huge difference.
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I celebrate that my daughter is 10 mos sober, we almost lost her last January. I celebrate that my son and I will be moving to a new home, it is a bit postponed but we will get there. I also celebrate he is in better spirits now after a break up with his Fiance (7 yr relationship). He is now in a nice relationship approaching a year and is much happier then he has been in a long time.
I also reconnected with my sister, we are very much opposites and conversations went south a few years ago. It was good to connect at Thanksgiving and talk on the phone. She called me. We will be celebrating Xmas at her place.
I work for someone with whom I struggle to find connection, but there are moments I cherish. Like the other day when he almost reflexively reached out to offer me a blessing. It was a real, human moment, what Dr. Brene Brown calls a “bid for connection.” Grateful for the moment, the action and that I noticed it.
Oops it says what can I celebrate today and this is that I live in a warm house and my dog seems to be feeling better now after many months of having to wear a cone. I hope he stays healthy.
I hope he stays healthy too, Antoinette.
I can celebrate that I get to go on a meditation retreat tomorrow to Stockholm ! I’m very grateful.
I can celebrate the ability to go for a walk during my lunch break allowing me to clear my mind and do something good for my body.
I recognize and celebrate a beautiful cold and sunny day in Snoqualmie, WA. I am grateful to have lived here on our farm for 38 years. I remember and celebrate our children when they were young and living here with us. I remember and celebrate many extended family events we hosted. I remember and celebrate visits to Snoqualmie Falls, the mountains, boating on the Snoqualmie River, horseback riding and nature walks. I remember and celebrate the horses, dogs and cats who shared our life here on the farm. I am grateful for these gifts.
How beautiful to live on a farm : ) Sounds lovely
I can’t get past today’s quote from Gwendolyn Brooks, “We are each other’s harvest; we are each other’s business; we are each other’s magnitude and bond.” It’s not a quiet miracle but it is a difficult miracle for our egoic minds to embrace but it is a reason for our hope.
Also this morning, I read a quote from Contemplative and physicist Joy Andrews Hayter featured in Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditation at https://cac.org/daily-meditations/admiring-the-divine-handiwork/
She wrote: “Whether you call it Sacred Unity, God, Universe, Ground of Being, the Source, or One, it is not out there somewhere, but is written into what we are and where we are…. Where could the Source of this loving, relational reality, the luminous web connecting all things, ever not be?
“When we discover and live from the coherence in our being, we discover that we are in a relational field with all beings, with a mystical spark at the center that connects us all. Merton saw this clearly at the corner of Fourth and Walnut, [when he realized “the gate of heaven is everywhere”] [2] and Teilhard de Chardin saw this and his writings are permeated with it. In Cosmic Life, he said, “To live the cosmic life is to live dominated by the consciousness that one is an atom in the body of the mystical and cosmic Christ.” (Joy Andrews Hayter, The Cosmic Web: Hope for Our World through Spirituality and Science (Rhinebeck, NY: Red Elixir, 2023), 142–143, 144. )
Just as all began (from the Big Bang, or the Word, depending on whether you are talking about physics or the New Testament) and expanded into the myriad forms that are permeated with the One, all returns to Oneness, which could be described as the cosmic Body of Christ.”
Today I can celebrate a nice warm house on a cool clear day and the fact that I’m still here.
Still able to do this.
I had a long work day with traveling yesterday, so not much time to respond to the question.
But, thank you all for the book ideas.
I’ve added a few to my list.
Charlie, it’s getting colder in Minnesota. Having a nice warm house goes a long ways. I can imagine how sad and lonely it is to be homeless, especially around this time of year.
The warmth and brightness of the sun, the miracle of ongoing breath with no conscious effort on my part, my glasses without which I would barely be able to see, fresh clean water that nourishes me and life around me.
It is a miracle that my husband is still alive and that our kids will be coming home to celebrate another Christmas together. Truly a miracle ♥️
Thinking of you all, that is wonderful everyone will be home to celebrate.
Oh! Blessings to you and your family. thank you for telling us of your miracle.
I have been blessed with a beautiful new day.
I have a roof over my head, warmth in my home & electricity to make a hot cup of coffee.
Listening to classical music & I am blown away by all the great music written, composed & the musicians playing their instruments. Boggles my mind that so many of these musical pieces were written so so long ago. That to me is a miracle.
Many were geniuses. 🙏🏻❤️
The sun will rise, although it’s still dark in the Pacific Northwest.
Hot water comes out of the pipes–thank you, utility workers.
The hot bean water ritual is already under way–thank you, my sweetheart, for making coffee and bringing me the first cups of the day.
The cat has honored me with his warm, soft presence on my lap.
The house is warm despite the dry, cold outside that surrounds it–thank you again, utility workers, and thank you to and the crew who added more insulation during our remodeling project.
That’s a lot of miracles for having been awake less than half an hour.
The pale blue morning sky, the fractals of dry branches on the winter tree, this hot ceramic coffee mug, my beloved sleeping husband, clean water, clear lungs.
The rotation of this planet to create the seasons and daily patterns.
One of the quiet miracles… a hug. A sign of healing and blessing. I remember a long hug that Loc gave me when I was crying. It brought me a feeling of empathy and being understood without saying anything. I remember the hugs from my family when they picked me up at the airport. I’ll never forget how I felt. Blessings and cheers.
My Ngoc, I don’t remember. Either it was a long time ago or there were quite a few of them. Either way, I’m glad it helped. Sometimes, that’s all we need. I remember a friend I went to McNally Smith College of Music with in Angela before. She said that a long hug can make a huge difference.
So can a short one,
dear Loc . . . 🙂
Yes Sparrow, LOL. I take whatever’s offered.