gratitude always precedes
the miraculous
If the only prayer
I ever pray is thank you,
that will be enough
Reverence for this
matters more than my belief
today about God
Haven't been here in a few days! This every-day commitment isn't turning out to be so simple, some days. Kinda like those commitments to find the point of gratitude in all things...and put only into my body proper fuel...and to move my body every day with joyful intent...
Yeah, impressive words. :) I'm good at talking the talk.
I'm re-committing today, once again. I'll have to do it a million times in the future!
I'm re-committing to gratitude, most of all.
Re-committing to using the SoFar process where food and movement are concerned. S.O.F.A.R. Stop. Observe. Forgive. Accept. Re-commit.
So far...so good. And, just for today...I am SO very thankful! :)
I've been thinking a lot about Boston this week. The city, not the band. I'm usually packing up to go there about this time in June. I chaperone a coming-of-age youth group trip for my awesome church there every other year (heh heh... Only those nutty Unitarian Universalists would trust me with their chil'ren for a whole week!). This year, I'm getting a little nostalgic, since we've postponed the trip to NEXT June.
Ah, the memory of how painful it was to walk last time! This weight journey is intriguing. SoFar. Thankful. :)
Here's my old blog from the first day of te trip 2 years ago:
Saturday, June 16, 2007
This week I'll be pahking my cah in the Hahvahd yahd.
It's 4:45AM, and I'm getting ready to leave for O'Hare, to catch a flight to Boston. I miss my baby already. A week is too long. I'm starting to get a little excited. Having done this Boston-trip-chaperoning gig two years ago, I know I will have a wonderful time. But a part of me is still very reluctant. Ah, Motherguilt. Last night, my baby and I discussed the fact that this Boston trip is one SHE wil eventually make herself when she's entering 9th grade, but it will be without me. That one of the points of this 'coming-of-age' adventure is taking a big trip with no parent along, and being responsible for your own behavior and decisions. She said, "I already know how to be responsible and make good decisions, so it won't matter if they let you come along anyway. I'll talk to the manager about making an exception". I explained that when she is the age of the kids taking this trip, she will probably not want me to come along. She said, "Well, you already embarrass the hell out of me, but I've learned to deal with it, so why would that change?" My child. The 6 year old teenage philosopher. So, anyway...I'll be going to the beach (by the way...from the looks of the CraigsList site, those Boston boys dig the BBWs...Not that I'll have time to sample them, but I needed to arm myself with that information to psyche myself up for wearing a bathing suit), Salem (yay! Pagan Mecca!), every day walking by Fenway Park (snore), climbing the Bunker Hill Monument (oh, my legs are already having PTSD pains from the memory and anticipation of that), Harvard campus walk-through (why, I do not know, but I'm sure we'll go there). So, what can I bring you home? Ben Affleck is already spoken for.
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