Driving home this morning after dancing at Kellie Chambers’ Pleasant Hill studio, I drove by this guy. His presence seemed like a thoughtful gesture in a deeply progressive town absorbing national election headlines.
His name is Brent, and he described himself as an animal activist who has spent some time standing on corners holding signs. He said he just wanted to do something and this familiar act of public messaging seemed like something good he could do.
About eight years ago, my life took an unexpected turn that was as heart-wrenching as it was shocking. During that period to keep myself grounded, I began a gratitude practice. I did it publicly on Facebook every day for three weeks, naming three things I felt grateful for. It helped me remain aware that turmoil and anguish weren’t the only things available for me to consider. It took effort to cast my awareness net a little wider. Gratitude was a good path through a hard zone.
Today I’m grateful for a fully functioning body and for my love of moving to music. I’m grateful for a guy named Brent with a sign about kindness and decency. And I’m grateful for a loving spouse to stand with as winter approaches.
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