An otter at the Port Townsend ferry dock
When the telephone rang this morning, I quickly glanced over to the handset and read the number on the caller ID. I didn't recognize it so I ignored the phone call and continued listing books on the computer. Dave flew to England for the week so I was trying to finish as much work as possible while the children are in school. I heard the message machine click on and heard the voice of a friend of mine asking me to call her back. I made a mental note of it, the same mental note area that acts more like a garbage disposal then a notepad. I forgot about the call, forgot about calling her back and carried on with my day. At the school pick-up that afternoon, I saw my friend and guilt washed over me. I have a lot of guilt about the telephone because I tend not to like the phone. Email is my favorite medium for communication, followed by in person, followed by a telegram, followed by passenger pigeon and last on the list would be talking on the phone. Once I brave the phone and actually answer it, I do enjoy the conversation, especially with friends I haven't spoken to in a long time. I chat away like there is no tomorrow, thinking of new things to share with whoever is on the other end of the phone. Calling strangers though or even speaking to strangers when they call gives my tummy a small ache. Sometimes I have to talk myself into calling someone on the phone, especially to do with work. I had a customer ask that I call him to run his credit card through. Sigh...it took me five minutes before I could work up enough nerve to call him. Yet when I did speak to him, my words were coherent and I think I actually came across as professional. He had no ideas I was still in my jammies, sipping on my coffee with Elffie at my feet as I spoke to him on the phone.
When my friend walked up to me in the parking lot she didn't even question the fact that I didn't return her call, but jumped straight into telling me how grateful she was for the help I have offered her. I had given her some advice on her business when we met and later introduced her to Waldorf education. Her daughter is in the school now. She gave me me a hug which warmed me over. It's not every day that someone actually tells you how grateful they are. It felt so good to hear those words from her and to know that just something I said had affected her life. We don't always think about how our words can change someone's life.
Every night at dinner we sing a blessing and then go around the table and share with each other one thing we are grateful for. Some of our answer are silly like "hot dogs and Tatar tots". Others are very serious such as being grateful that my mother's cancer is now in remission. Keiran who is five years old sometimes comes out with some very deep answers like "I'm grateful for my spirit" or "I'm grateful for my heart". Sometimes David looks at me and tells me he's "grateful for the soul I bring to our family" which of course leaves me a bit tearful. He's always been such the romantic.
I haven't done this lately but I started a habit last spring of waking up and saying all the things I was grateful for. Daily I would add that I'm grateful for my family and for the love we all have each other. Usually toilet paper made the list too. I mean who isn't grateful for that?
Sometimes it is hard to be content where we are in life. Many of us in blogland have huge dreams and we can find ourselves being restless while chasing those dreams. As I have shared in the past, I often dream very big and can find myself frustrated that I am not reaching those dreams quick enough. I am working on living in the moment rather than wishing for Friday night to come quicker (although Fridays mean a lot more to me now that Moonlight is on...that man is so hot...let's just say my grateful list will include Alex O'Loughlin tomorrow morning) or wishing for next summer when we are on vacation. I want to enjoy each minute and then be grateful for what I experience in that minute.
I am not sure how memes are started but I'm going to try and start one. I would like you to list five things you are grateful for in your life. They can be silly or serious or just simple and heart felt. Imagine what the world would be like if we all could be a little more grateful for the small things. I am going to tag Sandy, Rebekka, Elizabeth, Eren and Blair.