Emily Dickinson wrote about dwelling in possibility—I choose to dwell in gratitude. I’ve lived in many other states—anger, regret, sadness, victimhood, fantasy. All are self-sustaining, and can suck me like vortexes into pits of thinking only of myself. Opportunities are lost in those pits. Growth is stunted when I live in the darkness of Self Only.
Opting to a life lived in a state of gratitude is expanding, rather than contracting. It keeps me open to Emily’s “possibilities”, and allows the Sunlight of the Spirit to shine in my heart. It invites sharing, openness, and a sense of peace. It teaches me about the abundance of “enough”. It produces cracks in the shell of isolation which allow the light of joy to enter.
What keeps me from this level of awareness, when its aspects and effects are so very appealing? Gratitude chases away the false notion of “lack”, but sometimes, my vision becomes limited and myopic. When I can only see the immediate conundrum, I’m blocking my view of the intricate woven beauty of the All. I have given in to the false idea of my own importance, my particular belief in the moment, or my skewed interpretation of events.
I’m very grateful to have choice. I’m glad that when I lose sight of any of what I have to be thankful for, it doesn’t need to be the place where I live. I can, at any time, choose to find those aspects of my life which are good and right, holy and beautiful. And I choose to start over at any time.
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