Thanks sisters
Thanks sisters for not finding my last post bossy...I have to be honest...I really was being bossy but using gentle words and directions...Lol. Had I the power, money, etc., I would have mass ordered "The Magic" and sent you all copies with implicit instructions to begin the course....hahaha.
I really, really, really believe gratitude is healing. We are all filled with pain from losing our children. You can't abolish pain, but you can lessen it with gratitude...but that's my belief and I don't want any of you hurting any more than is absolutely necessary. I find it nearly impossible to be sad when I am counting my blessings, maybe it's just me.
Gonna try to not make this such a long post...I had 2 tasks I had to complete today. I had to find a rock, the right rock (You have to read the book to understand). I also had to go to Wal-Mart to pick up some AZO-standard. It is for painful bladder and I was in a lot of pain. Earlier in the morning I had watched a disturbing documentary about a shooting in Tallahassee between a white, middle aged man and a black teenager. Once the facts came out the verdict was fait accompli...But the whole thing was sad and unnecessary and sad.
It had touched me deeply and was on my mind. On the way out of Wal-Mart I noticed several people, all white, standing around, visiting, and a young black man alone, getting a soda. I wanted a soda to go ahead and take my meds so I walked over to the machine and said Hi and smiled at him. He heard me but didn't respond, I thought..."Poor little fellow, he is painfully shy"...As I was digging in my purse for change he turned around and said "Hey, this is for you" and handed me 50 cents...the cost of the soda and obviously his change from a dollar. I was momentarily speechless but did manage to croak out a thank you before he left. I looked at those quarters, I felt his intention in giving them to me. I almost cried...it could have been $50,000...it was his intention that struck me. I was simply kind to him and he wanted to be kind back to me. Dear God, isn't that beautiful??? Simple, yes, but beautiful.
On the way home I stopped by a creek bed to look for my rock. It had to be palm sized. What I saw was dozens of softball size rocks that were very light in color...then my eyes fell upon a smaller, darker stone. It fit in my hand perfectly. It was dark, like my babies hair, her sense of humor.
I read somewhere an Einstein quote that went something like this..."You can look at everything as a miracle or nothing as a miracle" The choice you make is what guides your thoughts, which guide your life...and it's your choice!
Still trying to not sound preachy, my sisters...just so dang excited to share.
Love you all,
Gina
I really, really, really believe gratitude is healing. We are all filled with pain from losing our children. You can't abolish pain, but you can lessen it with gratitude...but that's my belief and I don't want any of you hurting any more than is absolutely necessary. I find it nearly impossible to be sad when I am counting my blessings, maybe it's just me.
Gonna try to not make this such a long post...I had 2 tasks I had to complete today. I had to find a rock, the right rock (You have to read the book to understand). I also had to go to Wal-Mart to pick up some AZO-standard. It is for painful bladder and I was in a lot of pain. Earlier in the morning I had watched a disturbing documentary about a shooting in Tallahassee between a white, middle aged man and a black teenager. Once the facts came out the verdict was fait accompli...But the whole thing was sad and unnecessary and sad.
It had touched me deeply and was on my mind. On the way out of Wal-Mart I noticed several people, all white, standing around, visiting, and a young black man alone, getting a soda. I wanted a soda to go ahead and take my meds so I walked over to the machine and said Hi and smiled at him. He heard me but didn't respond, I thought..."Poor little fellow, he is painfully shy"...As I was digging in my purse for change he turned around and said "Hey, this is for you" and handed me 50 cents...the cost of the soda and obviously his change from a dollar. I was momentarily speechless but did manage to croak out a thank you before he left. I looked at those quarters, I felt his intention in giving them to me. I almost cried...it could have been $50,000...it was his intention that struck me. I was simply kind to him and he wanted to be kind back to me. Dear God, isn't that beautiful??? Simple, yes, but beautiful.
On the way home I stopped by a creek bed to look for my rock. It had to be palm sized. What I saw was dozens of softball size rocks that were very light in color...then my eyes fell upon a smaller, darker stone. It fit in my hand perfectly. It was dark, like my babies hair, her sense of humor.
I read somewhere an Einstein quote that went something like this..."You can look at everything as a miracle or nothing as a miracle" The choice you make is what guides your thoughts, which guide your life...and it's your choice!
Still trying to not sound preachy, my sisters...just so dang excited to share.
Love you all,
Gina
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Feeling the blessings and saying, \"Thank you,\" is a powerful healing balm. I\'m with you on that and also moving into the sadness and heartache when it comes as well. Not an \"either or, yet a both and\" kind of way to embrace and live life is what I have learned here from my wise sisters and just from stumbling around too on this path back to ourselves.
It is vital to share what are tools are looking and feeling like and that is what I feel you are doing. Sharing where you are finding healing and there is nothing better than that.
With you, learning and caring,
XO Joanie
LOVE this journal!!! You are so right....GRATITUDE is where it\'s at!! MUCH healing comes from taking the time to just be thankful. To really SEE and appreciate what we have, what we had, what others do for us, and what we\'re able to do for others.
LOVE how you are experiencing your healing and how openly you share...it helps my healing process too!
LOVE YOU!
Reading your story of the soda, really touched me. What a sweet young man. I witnessed a similar incident at Walmart where a older gentleman with an oxygen tank was checking out but didn\'t have enough money for the underwear in his cart. A young family man standing in line behind the older man told the cashier to put the underwear on his bill. The older gentleman thanked the younger man. I thanked him too and he turned to me and said if you don\'t have underwear, then just what do you have? It was a lesson in gratitude for me! I now look at underwear as a blessing. We never know how many we touch when we do an act of kindness...
I hope the bladder gets to feeling better. That pain can be miserable. I am glad you are able to share, both good and bad.
Sending love,
Leda
I have to be reminded, time and time again, to realize blessings, miracles......I woke with so much pain. Right knee not working. Left groin muscle still pulling. Stomach rushing me to and fro. I cannot get to class today and see all the other old ladies I love to make laugh. All out of sorts. Grateful for a warm bed, enough food, and loving family. Thanks, abby
Don\'t you ever worry about \"bossy\" or \"preachy\". I am loving your journals and cannot wait to get the book and start looking for my own rock! For me, the first step in healing was \"acceptance\" but I find my \"gratitude\" getting stronger and stronger. Love to you. Peace Belinda
Your journal is a reminder that kindness begets kindness. Thank you Gina.
I am glad you are excited about this book, tell me more....
The young man at Walmart is an inspiration. If kindness was the normal life would be easier to live.
Hugs
Penny