The Spring of Gratefulness

Gratefulness is more powerful than you've probably imagined. It is a tonic for transformation. Don't doubt this before you try it! I challenge you to drink from the spring of gratefulness, and share your descriptions of its flavor.
Begin the challenge by posting a statement of your current feelings or outlook on life, and set an intention for the challenge.
The next phase will take place over the span of a month. For 30 days, at the end of each day, post a bullet list or essay on this blog consisting of all the things you are grateful for on that particular day. The list should be as extensive as possible and should include things, actions, or events that are often overlooked, such as the fact that your lungs are clear and able to breath in the fresh, crisp morning air.
Lastly,  after you have completed the 30-day challenge, write a final entry reflecting upon your personal state of mind or outlook, and compare it to your initial post on day 1, perhaps drawing some conclusions about its effects.

​To get this project started, here is a statement of  my current feelings and life outlook as I begin to quench my thirst from the spring of gratefulness....

Today is a day of grey. A blanket of clouds coats the sky, blotting out the warmth of the sun. Beneath the blanket, I feel the tug of pending deadlines and papers yet to be graded, and I realize my focus is often scattered by things yet undone.  Although I believe my outlook on life is generally optimistic and fueled by positive energy, I realize that many days I tend to allow worries and obligations to sap that energy and muddle the flavor of the complex yet subtle spice of life.    My intention for this challenge is to shift my awareness to appreciate the flavors of life that are more subtle and often overpowered.  ​

End of day one: Today I am grateful that....
I am able to chat with both of my parents on the phone before going to sleep.....
my mom felt good enough to cook dinner and desert....
my dad's voice had an undertone of cheerfulness and relief.....
I am blessed with wonderful friends who help me when my car battery dies....
I am blessed with friends and family who support my writing.....
my little nephew Thomas grins at me now instead of scowling!
my students at the community college are such hard workers....
the water in my shower is nice and hot.....
there is plenty of fresh food in my kitchen....
at the end of the day, I am tired from meaningful work.

End of day two: Today I am grateful for the vibrant colors  of the sky at sunset and the thoughtfulness of my colleagues at the University.  I feel fortunate to watch the graceful swans linger on the pond at Lake Street, to hear the birds celebrating spring at the feeder, and to see the sun break through the ceiling of grey. This evening, I am grateful to be able to get into a comfortable, warm bed, and read until I can't keep my eyes open.  

End of day three:  I am grateful for anger, because it makes me appreciate peace more deeply. I am grateful for the energy of my yoga teacher and the other yogis in class tonight. I am grateful that I am able to move my joints without pain and that my muscles are strong. I am grateful for the opportunity to travel to India in July. I am grateful that my eyes can read and my brain can give meaning to printed words, organizing them into coherent stories and adventures. I am grateful for the night,  because it makes me sleepy so I can rest, repair, and prepare for another day full of possibility.  

End of day four:  Today, I am grateful for....
The smell of fresh cut grass...
My lawn mower, which started up on the first try...
The students in physical geology, who ask thought provoking questions...
Trustworthy people...
A new friend Julie C., who leaves me cheerful messages on my voicemail...
Time spent in the hammock today, listening to the birds overhead...
The daffodils in my backyard...
The kind person who waited across a green light, for me and several others to make a left turn in front of him... 
and the neighbor on Fairview Avenue that put my empty trash can back in my driveway for me.

End of day five:  I am grateful for a beautiful afternoon stroll in the sunshine at the Tower Hill Botanical Garden with Julie C.  We walked, chatted, laughed, and celebrated her birthday. Our friendship is precious and I am grateful to have met her.   

End of day six: Today I celebrate the power of laughter. The ability to laugh, and also the ability to make others laugh.  At the improv tonight, when brought onto the stage, the delight was not from being in the spotlight, but rather hearing the laughter, and feeling the incredible positive energy in the room.  I am grateful for Boston's character revealed in not only its cobblestone streets and intricate, detailed architecture, but in its variety of culture, cuisine, and entertainment. Finally, on this evening, my thoughts drift to my family. I am grateful for my impromptu visit with my brother Richard and little Calvin today, and grateful that my nephew's efforts at work have earned him some well-deserved recognition.  

End of day seven: It is perhaps most difficult to be grateful for your own blessings when you are faced with the suffering of others. I remind myself that some life events are utterly mysterious, and defy explanation or reason. There is no turning back the clock, there is no miracle cure, no amount of wishing or praying can change what has transpired. In troubling times when I struggle with feelings of confusion or lack of understanding, I try to sit quietly and let peace settle on my shoulders like a blanket. I imagine being able to share this blanket, wrapping it around those who are deeply troubled, in despair or feeling the sharp pain of loss. Tonight I am grateful to have peace in my life to share with others. 

​End of day eight: Glancing up at the illuminated, waxing gibbous moon, I am grateful for the beauty and rhythm that nature brings to my life. Tomorrow the high tides will be a little higher, and the moon will be illuminated a bit more than this evening. Change is unavoidable, but there is some comfort in being able to recognize some predictable pattern within that change. Recognizing a pattern or a cycle can sometimes afford us a bit of insight into adjustments we can make or choices we have. And although we cannot alter many patterns or cycles that surround us and affect us in life, just becoming familiar with their progression, can lead us to deeper insights over the things we do have influence over. I am grateful for the power of nature to help me pause, reflect, and shift.  

End of day nine: Tonight I am grateful for.....
My fabulous nieces...
The mindfulness group....
The blue Altima that passed me on interstate 84 and was pulled over for speeding...
Banana bread that I baked last night and shared with my parents...
The warmth of the heating pad on my back...
A friendly reminder from my writing group about our upcoming meeting...
All the loud, silly, quiet, chatty, busy, peaceful, happy, still, plain and simple moments that make up this amazing life.   

End of day ten:  Having a stiff back makes me grateful for the typical pain-free days, and makes me realize how much I take painlessness for granted. Focusing on more pleasant things, morning coffee at the lake was graced by the elegant flight of a great blue heron past the deck.  Finches, nuthatches, and cardinals congregated in a lively dance on the feeder, and the dueling, acrobatic squirrels that usually scare them away were absent from the morning feast. I took some time to appreciate the beauty of the sun glinting off the choppy lake surface before heading south to New Haven for work. Traffic was fairly light today, except for the Q bridge and Long Wharf of course, and the students seemed well-prepared for lecture. As I reflect this evening, I sip on a cup of hot tea and I am grateful for each moment of this day. .  

End of day eleven: Spending time with family is precious. Tonight I am grateful for the company and amazing energy of my nieces.  I'm grateful for our pizza party on the dock, photo shoot, dance party, and coloring a street scene of Paris.  I am grateful that we were able to pile into the mini-van and drop by my parent's house for an impromptu visit. We finished the evening by gazing at the moon over the lake and then watching our favorite movie, Midnight in Paris. 

End of day twelve:  Today the lake showed us all its beautiful moods, from a calm, glassy surface in the morning, to   temperamental, choppy whitecaps in the afternoon.  We were a flotilla of six (myself and the nieces) paddling around and enjoying the  bliss of fresh,  warm, spring air and each other's company.  We finished off the afternoon with lunch on the deck joined by hungry birds at the suet, and then a 20 minute meditation.  I am grateful for this open-minded and kindhearted generation because they give me hope for the future of humanity. 

End of day thirteen: On this day, I am grateful for the strong and diverse network of family and friends in my life. I am fortunate to have so many interesting, talented and passionate people to interact with.  The positive energy is contagious and incredibly motivating. 

End of day fourteen: Today seemed to pass by quickly, although the pace of each moment was unhurried.  This was a morning of sipping coffee in the sunshine while watching the birds in their agile dance around the feeder, a leisurely paddle around the shoreline of the lake in the canoe,  reclining on the dock-- reading in the sunshine, and visiting with my brother-in-law and his fabulous girlfriend this afternoon.  This day was a tapestry of pleasurable moments and I am grateful for each one. 

End of day fifteen: On this evening, I am grateful for:
The walking path along the shore in West Haven, and all the people who properly pick up after their dogs....
Clear vision to be able to enjoy reading...
Many good books, yet unread, on my bookshelf....
The time to cuddle up in my down comforter and read....
My good health, which I will never take for granted....
My neighbors in West Haven, who put up bird feeders on their lawn which is in front of my living room window.... 
Organic raspberry herbal tea...

End of day sixteen: Today I am grateful to have done my part to sign and circulate a petition against the Connecticut DEEP for the unconscionable killing of a swan.  I am grateful for the wildlife that share our planet with us and will do what I can to help protect them from ignorant and heartless actions.  I am grateful for all the comments that were posted on the petition. It renewed my faith in the goodness and common sense of at least some in our species. 

End of day seventeen:  Relaxing in the hammock, soaking in the warm spring sunshine, toes in fresh cut grass, pushing against the soft earth, gently rocking in the breeze., grateful for the beauty surrounding me.

End of day eighteen: Today I am grateful for a new group of friends in the UMASS mindfulness program.  New directions always bring with them exciting adventures. I am grateful for the time and flexibility to pursue this certification, and I welcome the experience of traveling down this unexpected path. I am in good company. 

End of day nineteen:  I am grateful for true friends with whom you  can pick up right where you left off, even after a decade. I am grateful for dancing like a fool and not feeling self-conscious. I am grateful for having deep roots in a small New England mill town. I am grateful for the fond and vivid memories I have of friends who are no longer in this realm. I am grateful for the opportunity, to rest, recharge and reflect.   

End of day twenty: Today was a day of thinking, inventing, imagining, sharing, creating, writing, socializing, collaborating, and networking with other writers. My first official workshop as a member of the International Women's Writing Guild (IWWG) was engaging and inspiring. I am grateful for the opportunity to practice the craft among such great role models as Susan Tiberghien and many other accomplished writers.   

End of day twenty-one:  I stayed up into the early morning hours and watched the stars poke holes in the black night sky.  The lake was so peaceful, and without the city lights to dilute their brilliance, the stars glittered like gems.  They have gone into hiding tonight, subdued and shy, behind a thick curtain of clouds.  At the lake, I feel closer to the sky. Surrounded by the energy and beauty of nature.... in the woods, the wind, and the water. I watch as the frisky little fox kitts who have just gotten their black socks, tumble out of the fox den, nipping at their sibling's ears.  I am grateful for the reminder that to live life is to observe it closely, carefully, savoring each detail. 

End of day twenty-two: This evening I am grateful for a clear mind, uncluttered by the dull and droning thoughts that medicine generates. Revisions to chapter three have been a struggle,  I used to curse my parent's stubbornness (sometimes I still do) but tonight I celebrate having inherited that quality. It will serve me well as a writer.

End of day twenty-three: As another semester comes to an end, I reflect on the academic cycle which alternates between work and rest and am looking forward to recharging my batteries.
At the end of chapter 3, I am moving on to work on chapter 4 of the memoir before the next meeting of the writing guild. Writing also happens in cycles for me. There seems to be a time of more fluid creation, followed by a slower pace of analysis, reflection, and critique. I welcome all stages in these cycles because they each are interesting, challenging, and offer their own rewards.  I am grateful for the thoughtful feedback and encouragement from the members of the  'IWWG-New Haven chapter'. 
Today I am particularly grateful for the opportunity to sit and chat with a student at length about her career options. I wish I would have had more guidance when I was at her age (maybe I wouldn't have listened to it anyway), and I feel fortunate to be in a position to help her formulate a good strategy, and arrive at a sound decision.   

End of day twenty-four: My eyelids are heavy this evening after practicing mindfulness on the mat for 30 minutes. I realized how scattered my attention has been lately, and I look forward to the opportunity to ground myself. It's funny, when you are a kid, your avoid getting grounded like the plague, yet as an adult it is sought after and elusive.  Even in those different contexts, the meanings are more similar than they are different.  Tonight I am grateful for my friend JJ who encouraged me to work on a mindfulness certification.  I am grateful for the writing advice I found scribbled on a conference notepad as I was organizing my desk today (a veiled attempt at procrastination) "Don't let the story run away with you! Keep control of the story." I am grateful for the atmospheric energy that generated a short spell of thunder near West Haven. I am grateful that my sister is finally getting her house renovated after a 10 year wait. I am grateful for the pesticide and fertilizer-free patch of lawn outside my windows where several  robins search for food. And finally, tonight I am grateful for the mental stimulation of the nine-dot puzzle that hopefully my mind will solve as my body sleeps.   

End of day twenty-five: Today  I was caught up  with  errands and tasks and keeping track of time. The Thursday night mindfulness group reminded me of how easy it is to get lost in thinking about all there is to do--instead of focusing on what is. The participants shared their experiences with the body scan meditation. Some were distracted, frustrated, enlightened, surprised, bored, calm, tired, or agitated. But we all realized that we share many more similarities than differences. I thought about Victor Frankel's book "Man's Search For Meaning" when we were reviewing stimulus and response. It's been almost ten years since I was last in a mindfulness group, and it was great to be reminded that we can cultivate that space between stimuli and our response to allow for better decision making, focus, and understanding. We can cultivate good listening skills,  to others and ourselves, so that we may consider how events, ideas and actions affect us (and those around us) emotionally, physically and mentally.   

End of day twenty-six: Scheduling life events, whether they are  social gatherings or work obligations is an art that requires finesse and resolve. Some days I definitely over-commit my personal resources and at the end of the day I feel it.  Despite poor time management today I am grateful that I took the time to: sip coffee while watching the seven little foxes frolic around the den; visit with my parents; watch a couple innings of the ball game; and make some slow space for writing, 

End of day twenty-seven: Seeing my nephew today was a joy as always.  He is trying to find his place, his purpose in life and I hope to be able to provide a bit of guidance. Not to steer him in any particular direction, but rather help him make discoveries that are true in his own heart. He has tremendous family support from his mom, sister, and girlfriend, and I know in time he will do great things. Tonight was my niece's prom, and she asked me a few weeks ago to do her hair.  I love being a part of her life and being able to share these precious moments with her. I love seeing her surrounded by her grandparents, parents, and friends, knowing she is safe and happy. She deserves all the happiness that life has to offer. She constantly gives to others, and it was nice to see this evening that everything fell into place for her. 

​End of day twenty-eight: This mother's day, I reflect on the events of the past couple of months and am grateful to have my mom in my life. We could have easily have lost her, but she made it through a rough patch health-wise. Now with my aunt in the hospital, I reflect on how quickly illness can overtake us., and how important it is to let people know the impact they have on your life.  I am grateful for life's gifts -- the people who influence us in lasting ways. A kind glance or word, a hand on the shoulder, a respite from chaos. I am grateful for all of the people in my life who have been there for me, and I am also grateful for the opportunity to pay it forward. 

End of day twenty-nine: Today I am grateful for hard work. Both the ability to do it, and the sense of accomplishment it brings. Working with dad this afternoon putting chains around huge slabs of rock, and moving them with his backhoe was serious stuff--especially since I had just come from the Chiropractor's office. I am grateful to have an opportunity to pay him back for at least ONE of the Billions of times he's helped me (not with a backhoe, but you get the message). I am grateful for kind and generous colleagues, one of whom gave her time to cover my lecture today so I could get to an important appointment. A pleasant life is a quilt of countless small blessings. 

End of day thirty: During a paddle around the lake this morning I saw a pair of geese and five fluffy goslings, heard the water rushing over the dam, felt the wind resist my forward motion, saw a great blue heron spread its wings and gracefully gain elevation, and  overheard the conversation of a boisterous pair of Baltimore Orioles. The grey squirrels made two attempts to break into the new bird feeder, and the hummingbirds were enjoying the sweet syrup  I cooked for them. I am grateful most of all in my life to be surrounded by the wonders of nature.