Posts Tagged With: gratitude

Day 1969: Disoriented

I get disoriented at times.  Sometimes, I get so disoriented by people and places that I lose my way or I lose track of things.

Do you ever get disoriented?

Yesterday morning, I got disoriented while driving to work.  Then I got oriented by this:

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This absolutely reoriented me to where I was.  Can you tell where I was? What oriented you?

While I was at work, I got disoriented again by

  • several meetings right after lunch and
  • realizing, at the end of the day, that my purse was missing.

I tried to track my purse down by retracing my disoriented steps. I was then further disoriented when I heard that I needed to wait until 6 AM this morning to find out whether somebody had turned my purse in.

When I show up at 6 AM, if my purse is not there, I will be even more disoriented. However, I will need to orient myself to get to Physical Therapy for my disoriented shoulder.

Here and now, this helps me be less disoriented:

Who steals my purse steals trash. ‘Tis something, nothing: ‘Twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands. A good reputation is the most valuable thing we have—men and women alike.

Will you be disoriented if I ask who wrote that?

Which of these photos seems the most disoriented?

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Here‘s “Disoriented” by CloZee.

I’m never too disoriented to thank all who help me create these daily blog posts and — of course! — you.

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Day 1968: Give love, get love.

Time to give away where I get today’s topic.

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Let’s give this a try: replace the word “love” with other words.  Get it?

Give hate, get hate.

Give indifference, get indifference.

Give anger, get anger.

Give generosity, get generosity.

Give the benefit of the doubt, get the benefit of the doubt.

Give a little bit, get a little bit.

Give a lot, get a lot.

Give pain, get pain.

Give healing, get healing.

Give advice, get advice.

Give room, get room.

Give beauty, get beauty.

Give ugliness, get ugliness.

Give honesty,  get honesty.

Give lies, get lies.

Give violence, get violence.

Give hope, get hope.

Give suspicion, get suspicion.

Give up, get up.

Give a damn, get a damn.

Give resentment, get resentment.

Give forgiveness, get forgiveness.

Give heart, get heart.

Give an opinion, get an opinion.

Give wisdom, get wisdom.

Give passion, get passion.

Give doubt, get doubt.

Give thoughts, get thoughts.

Give feelings, get feelings.

Give respect, get respect.

Give notice, get notice.

Give meaning,  get meaning.

Give a piece of your mind, get a piece of your mind.

Give peace of mind, get peace of mind.

Give photos, get photos.

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Give nourishment, get nourishment.

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Give a caption, get a caption.

“Give a Little Bit”, get a little bit on YouTube.

Give a comment below, get a comment below.

Give thanks, get thanks!

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Day 1964: To err is human

Yesterday,  a human I love had the courage to confront me about how I had erred in the past.  Because it’s human to have strong reactions when somebody you respect and care about lets you know they’ve been angry with you for a long time,  I experienced a lot of  feelings during this important discussion. After going through the human feelings of anger,  fear,  guilt, and sadness, we both gladly concluded with hugs, expressions of love, divine forgiveness, and a recommitment to how important we are to each other.

This blogging human wasn’t sure how she was going to write about that experience today.   I hope I’m not erring by sharing yesterday’s photos, here and now.

 

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To err is human and Nirvana may be out of reach, but we can all strive for peace.

Here are two humans singing about an important relationship, for good.

I look forward to the human comments on this post.

As always, I unerringly end with thanks to all, including YOU.

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Day 1963: A Remarkable Journey

I find it remarkable that in this nineteen-hundred-and-sixty-three-day blogging journey,  I’ve used the word “Journey” in only one other title — Day 1463: Sea Journey.  It’s also remarkable to me that I’m writing “A Remarkable Journey” on day 1963, because 1963 has been the most remarkable year in my personal, remarkable journey.

On my remarkable journey yesterday, I saw the inspiration for today’s title.

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I did call 617-895-4085, pressed 103#, and learned about the remarkable journey of the remarkable bonsai trees at Boston’s Arnold Arboretum.

Learning about the Larz Anderson Bonsai Collection was only one part of my remarkable journey yesterday, when I walked 27,358 steps/12.95 miles, starting with a single step.

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I got those remarkable macaroni-and-cheese socks in NYC last weekend. Notice that my remarkable journey of healing my torn rotator cuff continues at ATI physical therapy.

It’s truly remarkable to me that I took all my photos on my remarkable journey yesterday thinking that the name of today’s post would be “Fancy Colors.” 

As I was on my remarkable journey yesterday, I heard the remarkable “Fancy Colours” by Chicago.

Next month, I will be taking a remarkable journey to Chicago with my son.

Any remark you make below will make this remarkable journey even more remarkable.

While every remarkable journey starts with a single step, every remarkable blogging journey here ends with gratitude.  Thanks to all who help me with all my remarkable journeys, including YOU.

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Day 1961: Don’t feel bad

I don’t feel bad that I’m going to recount something that happened three days ago, for which I have no accompanying photos.

When I took the train to New York on Saturday morning, I felt bad that I couldn’t lift my bag into the overhead compartment. I immediately told myself “Don’t feel bad” and I asked the gentleman sitting next to me if he could help.  He was happy to help and I didn’t feel bad about that, although I felt the need to explain that I couldn’t lift my own bag because I had torn my rotator cuff. I feel bad that I still feel the need to offer excuses for myself.

At the next stop, a woman boarded and sat in the seat across the aisle from me.  I noticed she didn’t put her bag up in the overhead compartment.  She looked like she felt bad about holding on to that bag, but I feel bad whenever I assume or mind read what’s going on with somebody else, so I waited to see what would happen.  When the conductor came by, she asked him to put her bag away for her.

I didn’t feel bad initiating this conversation with her:

Me: I can relate. I needed help with that too.

She:  I feel bad that I had to ask him.

Me: No!  That’s nothing to feel bad about.

She:  It’s embarrassing.

Me: Please try to let go of that.  I know what I’m talking about.  I’m a psychotherapist.

She:  I’ll try.

Me:  Look, while you’re feeling bad about that, people are doing terrible things that they’re not feeling bad about.

She:  That’s true.

Me: Please don’t feel bad.

And because I didn’t want her to feel bad that a stranger was talking to her, I smiled and went back to reading my book.

I don’t feel bad

  1. about that encounter,
  2. that I can’t find my iPhone right now,
  3. that I can’t share any new photos with you because of #2, above, and
  4. about sharing old photos in this post.

 

 

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Don’t feel bad if you ever have the erroneous thought that nobody loves you. You’re not alone in that thought and thinking it does not make it true.

I don’t feel bad that I feel fine about being on vacation all this week.

Don’t feel bad if you can’t think of anything to say about today’s post. I don’t feel bad asking you to leave a comment anyway.

I don’t feel bad that I can’t share all the gratitude photos I took yesterday, because tomorrow is another day.

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Day 1954: Drowning

On Vivian the intern’s last day, I received this page at work.

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I assumed that page was from Vivian, drowning in all the tasks she needed to complete. And it was.  However, that page could have been from a lot of people, because many of us are drowning in tasks, work, obligations, news, politics, self-recrimination, violence, worry, guilt, and shame.

What do you do when you’re drowning?  Do you reach out, like Vivian?  How do you reach out?

I don’t worry about drowning in water, even though I can’t swim.  Being near water keeps me from drowning.  And so does blogging and taking photos, like these:

Here’s a live version of “Drowning in a Sea of Love” with Boz Scaggs and Donald Fagen.

I hope you don’t mind drowning in a sea of gratitude from me.

 

 

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Day 1952: We Are One.

On Friday, when I was one of  many patients seeing a doctor at Tufts Medical Center, this was one of the photos I took:

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This morning, when I was researching the concept of Hungry Ghosts, I  became one with these words by Rumi, who believes we are one.

This is how a human being can change:
There’s a worm addicted to eating grape leaves.
Suddenly, he wakes up…
Call it grace, whatever,
something wakes him,
and he’s no longer a worm.
He’s the entire vineyard,
And the orchard too,
The fruit, the trunks, a
Growing wisdom and joy
That doesn’t need to devour.

With growing wisdom and joy, I  believe we are one.  Do any of these photos show that we are one?

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One of those photos reminds me of this one joke:

What did the Zen master say to the hot dog vendor?  “Make me one with everything.”

There are more than one “We Are One” songs (which are currently one with YouTube here, here, and here).

 

In the end, we are one with gratitude.

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Day 1949: Made you look

I don’t like making people do anything.  I prefer creating a space — in group therapy and elsewhere —  where people have and make choices.

I don’t like being made to do anything, either. However, this sign made me look.

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See what I did there?  I made you look and this IS even a screen.

Shall I make you look at more photos from yesterday?

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I realize I made you look at those photos without explaining what I did yesterday, which included

  • working on my first original song,  titled “I Don’t Like You,”
  • facilitating a therapy group where we looked at what scares us and what makes us feel safer,
  • getting a flat tire on my way to visit a dying and beloved friend,
  • asking for help from a nearby gas station,
  • looking at the nail they removed from my tire,
  • looking more closely at the inside of my car and realizing it was past time to clean it,
  • visiting my friend (not pictured),
  • enjoying the first summer-like day of the year, and
  • eating another delicious meal by Michael, al fresco.

I didn’t make you look at a definition of “al fresco;” I just included a link if anybody needed it.

Creating this post made me look for a music video on YouTube and this is what I found:

Looking at that cover of a Taylor Swift song made me understand why Juli at work suggested that I send my original song to Taylor Swift.

If you made me look at comments about this post, I wouldn’t mind.

In conclusion,

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See what I did there? I made you look at my thanks to all who helped me create this post and — of course! — to YOU.

 

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Day 1948: WATCH OUT!

WATCH OUT!  This is the first post in one thousand, nine hundred, and forty-eight consecutive blogging days to be titled “WATCH OUT!” although I watch out for things and also have a lot of watches.

WATCH OUT!  Here’s the inspiration for today’s title:

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What does “WATCH OUT!” mean to you?

To me, it means danger, pay attention, and also yesterday’s delivery of more unsalted sunflower seeds in the shell from nuts.com.

WATCH OUT!  I’m not going to link to the nuts.com website because ever since I reordered my latest batch of unsalted sunflower seeds in the shell, when I watch a video on YouTube it’s preceded by an advertisement from nuts.com.  WATCH OUT!  Advertisers are watching out for themselves by watching us.

WATCH OUT!  When I look for a song titled “WATCH OUT!” on YouTube, they all have explicit lyrics.  WATCH OUT!  The first line of “Watch Out” by Rich Brian is “They be salty like sodium” and the next lines are too salty for this blog (unlike the sunflower seeds from nuts.com).

WATCH OUT!  Here are all my photos from yesterday, in consecutive order.

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Harley feels safer when he can watch out from a higher level.

WATCH OUT!  One of my photos inspires the choice of this musical selection, which you can watch on YouTube.

WATCH OUT!  I assumed that there was a song “Meet Me in the Dugout” by Pink, but there isn’t.

WATCH OUT! Before I decide on a song we can watch, I want to suggest that you WATCH OUT! for world leaders who tweet in upper caps.

Here‘s “Watch Out” performed by the cast of Empire.

WATCH OUT!  I’ve got to stop blogging this morning if I’m going to get to Physical Therapy on time.

WATCH OUT!  There’s always time for thanks to all who help me create these posts and — of course! — to YOU.

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Day 1946: Have you got all day?

Yesterday, when I had all day to

  • walk over 16,000 steps,
  • attend  a presentation about working with trauma in group therapy, and
  • go food shopping with Michael,

I saw this:

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I AM curious about that person’s hedgehog, but I haven’t got all day to hear about it.  I actually haven’t got all day to do any one thing. Every day, I like to mix it up, leaving room for

  • listening,
  • talking,
  • walking,
  • animals,
  • people,
  • working,
  • playing,
  • thinking,
  • feeling,
  • breathing,
  • music,
  • eating,  and
  • balancing my needs with other people’s needs (like talking about their hedgehogs or whatever else is important to them).

I also don’t have all day to write these posts and I assume you don’t have all day to read them.  But I do have all day, every day, to notice what’s around me.

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We have got only so many days in this lifetime, so how do we want to spend our days?

It won’t take all day to listen to “The Hedgehog’s Song” by The Incredible String Band.

I’ve got all day to experience gratitude, so thanks to all who helped me create this post and — of course! — to YOU.

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