I often sign my correspondence, “Love, Joy, and A Thousand Daily Blessings”. This appeals to me instinctively and poetically, although I’ve never known quite why. The other morning I noticed that I seemed to breathe once every eight seconds- in for four, and out for four. This was very self-conscious, and for that reason probably not true for the times I am less aware that I am breathing at all. But I applied this count to minutes and hours, and soon realized that I breathed more than ten thousand times a day. In which case, I concluded, I am blessed ten thousand times daily just by living.
On top of this, I was aware of other blessings: the sun rising, my loved ones, hot water flowing free from the tap, the fragrance of my shampoo, a warm sweater, raspberries and coffee, a humorous exchange with my husband, moments to wonder at the beauty of my children- and that was just in the first hour!
The next morning I awoke with the awareness that this day would, in all likelihood, contain ten thousand daily blessings, in addition to all the other blessings I was aware enough to notice. And the day stretched out warm, light, and full of possibility.
Love, Joy, and Ten thousand daily blessings, Ingrid
To be able to see those blessing that often go unnoticed is a wonderful thing!
Dear Cassandra, a friend of mine has been urging me to get a real blog for years, so I could have comments and meet new folks. You are my FIRST comment, and I LOVE your blog. Oh I feel so enriched today. Thank you for playing a part in my own blooming. Love, Joy, and a zillion daily blessings, Ingrid
I am going to go outside and shovel snow. I love how much you appreciated your first comment, so I wanted to leave a comment also. I shall shovel snow and remember all my blessings with each scoop!
Thanks Martha, when I shovel snow, I breathe even faster… does that make even more blessings?! I suppose it does. Love and Joy and plenty of blessings, Ingrid