On the two thousandth, three hundredth, and thirty-third consecutive day of this blog, I am celebrating the first use of the word “Celebrating” in a post title.
I am also celebrating
- the rich availability of relevant imagery all around me,
- seeing my guitar hero, Pat Metheny, with one of my friendship heroes later today,
- my son’s imminent arrival from Scotland on a newly-instituted direct flight from Edinburgh to Boston,
- the popularity of my Coping and Healing therapy groups at work,
- the resilience of the people I meet every day,
- my own resilience,
- the relative absence of carpenter ants in our home-by-the sea, Squanticello,
- visitors to my blog,
- Boston accents (deemed the second sexiest in the United States),
- different ideas,
- puns (and more “elevated” forms of humor),
- brains,
- hearts,
- guts,
- gifts,
- smiles,
- keepers,
- art,
- wishes,
- self-expression,
- baseball season,
- flowering trees and flowers,
- sunshine,
- freedom,
- deliberately and consciously leaving behind guilt, shame, and fear with every step, and
- whatever else I can find to celebrate, every precious moment.
I am celebrating all those things, and more, by sharing my images from yesterday.
I am also celebrating a new sidewalk, above, which will prevent the kind of trips that landed me on the ground with a torn rotator cuff fifteen months ago.
I’m celebrating trees and Pat Metheny with this tune that was playing yesterday while I was walking that new, safer sidewalk to work.
What might you be celebrating, here and now?
As always, this blog celebrates the power of gratitude, every day.
