Active Gratitude

November 27, 2013

Is there anything, I mean anything, of any value that is still left to be said about gratitude???  Thanksgiving’s here and although it’s literally my favorite Holiday for a variety of reasons, when I thought about writing something this morning I felt like a dried up prune.

And then I got it!  I don’t have anything else to say about gratitude and being thankful.  I need to start acting out of it rather than talking about it.

So here’s my intention.  In gratitude for all the bounty that I’m experiencing in my life, I’m going to pay back or pay forward—call it what you will—something, in  some way,  to someone, every day for the next month.  It may be small, $1 in a Salvation Army bucket if that’s all I have on me, it may be big.  I honestly don’t think quantity or size matters.  What matters is that for at least one moment in every day I will get out of myself, away from my absorption with ‘me me me’.

And in case you’re someone who can’t even remember who you are because you’re always giving to everybody else, I’m thinking you can just turn the directions around.  For all the giving you’ve done, pay yourself back or forward by giving yourself something, in some way, every day for the next month.

I love these short and sweet posts where I don’t endlessly ramble on.  In fact, this is what I’m giving today.  Something short and sweet so that you don’t have to spend much time on it!

All my love!

9 comments

  1. Jenny Mckeown says:

    Awesome! Could’nt of said it better myself.I’m giving myself back my lungs.Patch on for 3 days!

  2. Cynthia says:

    Robyn- I appreciate your thoughts and they are often so aligned with where I am walking on my journey. Yesterday there was a guy standing by the off ramp as I got off the highway near Woodfield. I was pretty far from him, but I could see he was holding a sign. I reached into my purse to find a dollar to give him. When the light changed to green and traffic started moving, I got close enough to see his cardboard sign. He was looking for work. I opened my car window, held the dollar bill out the window, and called out to him. As I met him and pressed the dollar into his gloved hand, I could see the pain in his eyes. Our hands connected, the dollar pressed into his palm, when he said “Thank you. God Bless you.” My car was rolling forward slowly, but I had enough time to squeeze his hand and he responded in kind. My heart ached for him and I wished I had given him a five or a ten or even a twenty. What he gave me was a moment of human gratitude for my compassion and I was humbled by his pain, dignity, and courage. It is said that angels visit us in unexpected guises and leave us with gifts for our soul. I am grateful that I was open to the blessing yesterday and hope that he finds a path to ease his pain.

  3. Lynn says:

    Robyn, love your expression on both sides! Thank you for the reminder! Cheers to Thanskgiving for your posts!!

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