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Take No Thing for Granted

I strive to take no thing for granted.  No matter how mundane, how seemingly routine, how trivial.

I woke up this morning.

I knew where I was.

I was glad to be there. My heart did not race, my mind did not scramble to remember where I had been, what I had done, the day before. The days before. The weeks.

I knew who I was with, and I was glad she was beside me. (If asked, I believe that she would answer that she was glad I was there, too.)

I knew my car was in the garage.

I own a car. A police officer would find nothing remarkable about my car. Nor would a canine police officer.

I own a garage.

My children love me, and their eyes have never looked upon me as I was. Their lives know nothing of where I have been. What I have done. They know of my past only as bits of the mosaic that is my present.

I am not in physical pain.

I am alive. Unshackled by self, the day stretches out in front of me, a blank page for the atlas of my life, upon which I can draw my own path.

So long as I strive to take no thing for granted, this day can be filled with near limitless wonder. For this awareness, and these things, I am grateful.

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Hi Boudreau!

It's really great to see your first blog here on Red Room. A very, very warm welcome to you, it's good to see you here and I look forward to reading your future blogs.

I love the closing line in your post, "So long as I strive to take no thing for granted, this day can be filled with near limitless wonder. For this awareness, and these things, I am grateful."

I do my utmost to grab each day with both hands and get the most from it. Life is not a practice run and I intend to live it to the maximum. :)

See you around.

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Thank you.

Thank you, Ryoma, it means so much to me that you and Gina have befriended me and take the time to help me. I joined because of Mylene, I've decided to become active because of you and Gina.

(The voice in my head, that sounds like my own, on many things: "What are you waiting for? Your next life, maybe?")

No. I'm moving. Doing. Looking and listening and loving and learning.

Thank you!

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So glad you're here

Wonderful first post, Boudreau, full of beauty and integrity. I'm so glad to see you here, and looking forward to more. My two favorite sections:

"My heart did not race, my mind did not scramble to remember where I had been, what I had done, the day before. The days before. The weeks."

"My children love me, and their eyes have never looked upon me as I was. Their lives know nothing of where I have been. What I have done. They know of my past only as bits of the mosaic that is my present."

This is craft from the gut. Love it.

Mylene

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Thank you.

Thank you, Dr. Em. I sensed that meeting you would change me for the better, and it has - but your praise, your kindness? Hadn't anticipated your generosity.

Thank you.

Boudreau

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Gratefulness

Welcome to Red Room, Boudreau, so good to have you here!
This is a wonderful sentiment and I share your philosophy.
I say a lot of prayers during the day, mostly thankful prayers . . . for being able to take in a breath of fresh sea air . . . and for running water and a flush toilet.
As well as the less practical prayers such as for people and situations that change a moment into a moment of joy.