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Walking to the Y…

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Y?  Because I like to.  I live a mile away from the YMCA.  I joined six years ago when I first came to Winston-Salem, because I had to have something to do while waiting.  I was waiting for travel documents to come for my brother and sister-in-law, so they could go to China to get their youngest little girl.  I was waiting to figure out my next steps after having left my husband of thirty-three years.  I was waiting for the marriage to be legally over, and waiting to see who I was and who I could become.

I love my Y.  I lift weights.  I ride a stationary bike.  I take Gentle Yoga classes several times a week, and I’ve met some great people.  I still find refuge in my Yoga class, though I don’t go as regularly as I did in the early days.  My life has gotten happily busier!  Nowadays, I walk.  I used to walk with a friend who lived around the corner, but she moved away, so now I just walk by myself.

I do some of my best blog writing when I walk.  Often, I will be inspired with a topic, and this past week was no exception.  This post is the result. 

Walking is scenic.  It is rhythmic, and it is meditative.  It takes one whole rosary to get to the front steps, and coming home, I usually work out a blog post in my head.  Often, I remember it, and write and post.  Many times, I don’t remember what I’d thought to write, only to have it pop up later.

It’s a gift to be able to live in such a beautiful and pedestrian-friendly place.  It’s a gift to exercise my body and my mind.  It’s a gift to be among friendly, kind, funny faces who greet me with welcoming  words when I’ve missed a few classes.  Walking to the Y is one of my gratitudes, often.  Walking to the Y has been a huge part of who I am and who I have become.  Who could ask for more?  Prayers and fitness, and working out in more ways than one.   It doesn’t get any better than this.  Look at the photo.  Get it?IMG_2651.JPG

Counting Blessings…

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This is Holy Week, and I am trying especially hard to be spiritually mindful.  I haven’t exactly lived a charmed life, but I have always had much for which to be grateful, and I have always recognized that I am fortunate in many, many ways.  I am an optimist.  Remember, that’s my super-power.

So getting to the point, I have begun the habit of making sure I recognize ten things each day that I have considered to be blessings.  I began this some months ago, and I have realized that some days this habit has come more easily than others. 

I have thanked God for my sisters, living parents, my brothers, all family members, my faith, the Holy Eucharist, and my church community. I have been grateful for a good night’s sleep, a hot cup of coffee, my little dog and my kitty, a shower, my warm coat, a new pair of shoes, nice clothes, and the rain.  I have been grateful for my good mattress, clean sheets, a good television and a good PBS show to watch, NPR radio, and sufficient funds to pay my bills.  I have counted staying upright, yoga classes, friends on the other side of the Earth, travel opportunities, clean teeth, warm pajamas, my red stove in the winter, and a nice supper with a glass of wine as daily blessings.

I’ve told myself, when I felt as if I were searching, that it was ridiculous.  If I couldn’t easily think of ten things as blessings, then I wasn’t being very grateful.  So I kept going…good health, a nice car, a tutoring child, a good hair day, a darling house, a nice yard, a good neighborhood, wonderful neighbors and friends, my book club, the women who invited me to play cards and schedule the meetings on days I can come, my BFF who calls me every Friday on her way home from school, my Saturday morning coffee/faith group, and good books to read, my peaceful single life, flowers that bloom and birds that sing, and even more I can’t remember right now.

THEN, last Sunday, I saw a documentary movie about women in Nepal.  Hoo-boy.  All of my gratitudes are of the First World type.  So, this week, Holy Week, I have been grateful for windows and doors in my home, a wood-not-dirt floor, a flush toilet (and thank you, very much for Thomas Crapper, who invented it),  a refrigerator, an automatic washer and dryer inside my house, hot and cold running water, shoes period, food and plenty of it, an inside gas stove to cook such food by just flipping a knob, clean air, fresh water, a sink inside in which to wash dishes, soap and shampoo, American citizenship, toothbrushes, feet to walk and hands to work and eyes to see and ears to hear and lips to talk.  A good clear mind is also a remarkable blessing.

Yes, I am showered with blessings of all magnitudes.  Being able to count ten a day is another blessing, too.

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My tiny house, as view through my blooming Dogwood, blessings for sure.