There are at least four things I want to mention in today’s post.
I wonder if there will be connections among them?
The above sentence is also a thought I have before every therapy group I do, since new people are choosing to come to those groups all the time.
Whenever I wonder about whether connections will exist among the people who come to any therapy group, I answer that question, like this:
There always have been connections, up until now. Why should today be any different?
I have faith, too, that connections will exist among my blogging words today (even if they are not immediately obvious).
Here are the things I want to tell you, this morning:
1. I woke up feeling a sense of peace and hope.
Nothing has really changed, in my external world, to account for that shift towards peace and hope. (Often, I wake up feeling uneasy) (although sometimes I don’t.)
When I look out at the landscape of my life this morning, I see, as usual, the light and the dark. The hopes and the fears. Things I love and things I dislike (yes, I dislike some things, even in My Year of Living Non-Judgmentally).
So the external world has not changed significantly, to account for that shift. But something has changed internally, inside my head, heart, and soul.
This morning, I see options — ways to move forward towards some of my life goals (including my work, my medical treatment, and creating a “good enough” will).
As I have seen, so many times, in my clients and in myself, it makes a HUGE difference to see options. To have a sense of personal empowerment. Of choice.
2. After I woke up, I read this haiku, posted today, September 11.
Waking up again
Here is the haiku, in its entirety:
Waking up again
Beauty of the morning light
The mystery of life
3. After I read haikus by AshiaAkira, I read the first post in my WordPress Reader.
This was the blog post: What Happened on September 11 — I’m So Glad We Had This Time Together.
It’s a post by If I Only Had a Time Machine, another blog I follow here on WordPress, and it’s about the first episode of Carol Burnett’s TV show (whom I blogged about recently.)
4. Throughout all the things I did and thought this morning, I was aware of my son, whom I can now hear, moving in his room.
At a therapy group yesterday, somebody told us they had started making a list of five things they were grateful for, each day.
I realize, right now, that I am doing the same thing.
5. Thanks to all those who read this blog.