I am with these words this morning.
Each thought, each action in the sunlight of awareness, becomes sacred.
- Thich Nhat Hanh
I look out on a sky bright with pink. It takes so long these fall mornings for the light to come. I keep checking for it and now I'm greeted with pink with just a little of the palest blue.
I consider the differences between Facebook and Live Journal.
For me, FB is a string of posts, interspersed with, well, actually dominated with advertisements, and things FB thinks I might like. I can barely tolerate it, but there is enough there, or maybe it is some desire for torture, and therefore I continue.
Here, I find a respite. I settle into each post. I rarely comment, but I do absorb and contemplate. If I were to leave one venue, it would be FB and not LJ, and yet if everyone leaves here, what is left.
I think of community. What does it mean to me? I began here to communicate about illness. It was a one-way street. Now, I consider what I gain. It is a part of my morning, my day. What greets me here? I never know, and yet, it is as much a part of my day as brushing my teeth and combing my hair. Is there more I might say? In this moment, I sit with the pause and the changing sky.
I'm realizing I don't compliment enough, here, or in person. I am declaring, for myself, today, and other days, Appreciation Day.
I think we assume people know what they mean to us. Maybe we assume we know what we mean to ourselves.
I will begin with myself. I appreciate you Cathy. And then move outward. I appreciate each of you, who reads this, and I appreciate those who know me through you. I appreciate how we connect, how my brain drops into particles to read what is here, and waves outwards on jellyfish tentacles to touch, perhaps sting, and connect.
We don't know how what we say affects another. We don't know how another perceives our words, and whether or not they touch, or not, but I think this idea of community is valid, especially when we honor ebb and flow.
Even with the groups I am in, where we meet in person, I experience ebb and flow. Sometimes I feel connected, and other times I don't, but when I stick with it, well, then, a breakthrough may come, a melting into knowing what has meaning for me.
For today, I appreciate LJ and those of you who are here with me, this moment, this day.
I wave flower petals of appreciation for you, and me, today. Thank you for being here with me, this moment, this day.