Every night at dinner, we three gather at the table and play the gratitude game.
“I am grateful for.…”
Today, I was grateful for:
The sight of Lucy dancing to the 76 Trombones sequence in our living room, her yellow purse bobbing up and down on her shoulder as she spun.
Danny and I sitting on the couch just after we came home from pick-up for preschool, the coffee hot and the comfort.
A long walk in cold air, talking with a good friend.
Our local thrift store, where we found a formal green gown for Lucy for this weekend.
The sight of Lucy coming around the corner in a new purse and shoes she had found, saying, “These high heels are simply splendid.”
The number of times we all say “Eee gods!” after watching The Music Man every day.
Chopping romaine lettuce with Lucy and letting her squeeze the lemon juice into the bowl.
Danny making this pasta, with melted leeks, crispy proscuitto, roasted mushrooms, fresh rosemary, sauteed shrimp, fresh lemon juice, and a touch of pastured butter.
A tuckered child, falling asleep at 5:30, when we have to wake up up at 4 to leave the island for our flight. Thank goodness.
And mostly, this quote, which I read last night, and has made me grateful all day:
“Each person’s life is like a mandala– a vast, limitless circle. We stand in the center of our own circle, and everything we see, hear and think forms the mandala of our life. We enter a room, and the room is our mandala. We get on the subway, and the subway car is our mandala, down to the teenager checking messages on her iPhone and the homeless man slumped in the corner. We go for a hike in the mountains, and everything as far as we can see is our mandala: the clouds, the trees, the snow on the peeks, even the rattlesnake coiled in the corner. We’re lying in a hospital bed, and the hospital is our mandala. We don’t set it up, we don’t get to choose what or who shows up in it. It is, As Chogyam Trungpa said, ‘the mandala that is never arranged but is always complete.’ And we embrace it just as it is.
Everything that shows up in your mandala is a vehicle for your awakening. From this point of view, awakening is right at your fingertips continually. There’s not a drop of rain or a pile of dog poop that appears in your life that isn’t the manifestation of enlightened energy, that isn’t a doorway to sacred world. But it’s up to you whether your life is a mandala of neurosis or a mandala of sanity.” — Pema Chodron
I’ve been sitting meditation every day again. It makes me savor everything more fully.