What
we could use, right now, is a lot more gratitude in our midst.
I’m
not talking about the thanks-in-passing to a stranger holding the door, or the
appreciation for a neighbor kid shoveling your walk unasked, or the feeling of
being blessed to be living in this town, in this weather, under this flag.
I’m
talking about that way-deeper spot, the one we rarely reach. The spot where
That Memory lives, the memory that creates a joyful ache each time we recall
the gracious act that warms our life still.
You
know the one.
I
say let each of us enrich our world. This very week.
Sit
quietly. Recall the gracious act that creates the joyful ache that consoles and
inspires you even yet. Bring that act to life … the person, the place, the way
you felt then, the way you still feel … by writing it down. On paper, not a
screen.
Then
mail your memory to him/her/them with a cool Forever stamp from the Post
Office. Your authentic gratitude will impact the recipient mightily and
everyone s/he shows it to. Your mailed memory will also enrich you, your home,
your street, our country, our world.
Grow
gratitude, harvest generosity.