Everyone once and a while I am called to notice how full my life is, how much I have to be thankful for. I guess you could call it counting my blessings. Honoring our blessings is indeed a “practice that takes us beyond the mat,” for as we take a moment to express our gratitude, we open our hearts to blessings and are open to the energies of healing.
Last week was Yoga with a Purpose Week. My classes were full, and we raised some much-needed funds for the African Village Survival Initiative. I am thankful we could all be part of helping others less fortunate develop means for economic sustainability.
This weekend I spent with my book club friends up on the Olympic Peninsula. Wow, what a gorgeous spot: Snow-capped Mountains in the distance, water lapping at the deck, seals and eagles playing for our amusement, and sun! Oh, I am so thankful to live near the Puget Sound. If you haven’t given yourself a 24 vacation, do so soon and visit Kingston, WA, just an hour and a half (including ferry ride) north of Seattle.
No book club retreat could be complete without the book discussion. This weekend we discussed the Help by Kathryn Stockett. This book is so worth the read. The author deftly combines history of the 1960’s, race relations in the south, and explorations into the meaning of family and friendship. This is a book that will keep you laughing and crying and glad to be alive. I am thankful I can read,and thankful that such great books exist, and that I have a community of friends with whom i can share my love of reading.
Mother’s Day. Okay, it’s a gimme, but I gotta tell you. Those hand-made cards and poems from my family rock my world. Thank you Hallmark for giving me a moment to revel in the love of my family.
I think that is enough for now. I think I will add my list of thank yous to my daily meditation practice. Perhaps you will join me.