My gratitude list tonight is a two-pointer.
First, a challenging situation this morning gave me a chance to practice holding onto my center in the midst of an extremely awkward social situation that might have once caused me either to dither and apologize when I was the one who should have been apologized to, or to get angry and stony and withdrawn. I think I managed to keep my cool. There are things, in retrospect, that I wish I had said, things that could have added grace to the situation, had I kept my wits more firmly in place. Still, I was able to be present in the moment when someone was criticizing me, to let a little piece of myself sit on my own shoulder and observe my emotions, to tell myself, “Now isn’t that interesting?” I am grateful for the chance to practice, even when the moment itself was difficult.
The second thing is this: I am in love with a bird, and today he came back to my hollow. I heard him out there this afternoon, as I was brooding about that first item, and I ran out to see, but he was hiding high in the branches of the poplar. Later, though, when I went out to turn off the irrigation pump at the pond, and the sun had just set out of the hollow, but the last rays were still leaking over the ridge and hitting the top branches of the sycamore, there he was, shining orange in the light. Oriole. I can’t describe how I love this bird, but when I hear him, when I see him, I could weep for joy.
May we walk in Beauty!