Gratitude is a virtue.
Gratitude is often thought to be the parent of all other virtues.
In these last few days I sit and think of what I could be grateful and thankful for. I think of the people, the actions, and things that make me feel gratitude.
You know, you don't do something or complete an action or service with the intent of discovering gratitude as your end result. There are people that do that. I do not have space for anyone in my life like that, but I am aware that they exist. Their actions are dependent on the strength of the gratitude or "Thank you" they may receive.
There is an energy created between two people. Sometimes good. Sometimes bad. There is an energy that you either wish to continue or not. It is or can be a great game of volley.
Because you ARE this to me,
Because you make me feel this,
When you ____
I feel ____
It is never
Because I want you to do this
Because I want you to feel this
It is simply because
You made me feel something,
& I want to keep the energy going
between these two
vastly different beings.
I think of anyone who would bother to come to my show simply because I asked them to. I asked them as a friend, as an individual, and not as just a number or a variable in a social marketing word problem that no one is trying to solve. It is an honor to witness that act. The act of the individual friend taking the time to do the thing you asked of them. And words do not convey the appropriate return-serve, but hopefully my actions will. And thus, we keep the idea of gratitude moving.
Ingratitude can show itself at this time too. Or it makes the non-action of others show you where you've been filed in their lives. Do you help the friend in need? I will always say yes. When do you know you have been taken advantage of? Do you help, for example, the friend by storing their belongings in your home when they have nowhere else to live? I say yes. Aware that therein lies the opportunity to be taken advantage of if the friend in question is not truly a friend or decent individual like those we've mentioned before.
Gratitude, for me, is simple. Always be yourself. Always be true to someone. Always remember if/when someone makes you laugh. If I follow these, I seem to end up surrounding myself with others that do the same, and we are able to share, and support each other, and to return the serve. Anyone that makes you question one of those simple steps is not an energy force around which you should live.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Friday, November 16, 2012
Red Carper Treatment
Who wants to feed Catherine Betta Jones while we're out of town? He's a very friendly fish...to me.
...and yes, his name is Catherine.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
It's not me, It's you.
I hear that I'm difficult. Sometimes.
No, not difficult, per se. A bitch? Maybe.
I often hear, and sometimes from those I've actually opened my heart to (Yes, I do have one), that I can be a bitch, or... difficult. I've even heard that some think I would judge them.
If I were one to actually care, at the core of myself, what others thought of me, then some of this entry could come from recently being called "too little" by one, "too much" by another, or "unfocused" by two others. Were I to actually value the opinion of these precious few, some of what I'm writing, thinking, or processing would be accredited to them. Rest assured, my loves, it is not.
I want to remind each of you about the love that I have in my heart. What little hair I do have, I do often (and probably too much) try to pull out due to my own worries for you. I pray (this is a huge shock to some of the aforementioned) that your new job works out, that your new (or old) love continues to grow and respects you. I want to go to your wedding. I am listening, and I do truly want you to be happy.
Sometimes I dwell, not only on my own ...well...."unimportant, self-diagnosed tortures", but mostly I am, and this may seem surprising, thinking about each of you and how you each got to "that happy, cozy spot in the middle", praying, all along, that you'll stay there, wishing that some of it may rub off on me. Mostly, I'm only a product of the family I've chosen to have.
Surprise always greets me when I discover that someone reads any of what I write. Shock is always there tapping me on the shoulder when anyone actually arrives at one of my shows. Utter bewilderment smacks me about the neck and head when I get an email or note from someone I've never met who enjoyed that "thing that I do". I'm not going to blame my self-doubt on that stupid word that some people in this town use.... the "business". I'm constantly discovering what it is that I think is "enough". Learning the things that you want in life must be a joy. It can only be that. If you turn that laundry list of necessities into things that you don't have, or a list of reasons why you are not secure, happy, and grounded....You're in for a long existence of red wine, Nina Simone songs, and over-compensation. For once, due mostly to the things I've learned in the last year, I'm finding much more solace in that list.
Now it's back to writing this song.
No, not difficult, per se. A bitch? Maybe.
I often hear, and sometimes from those I've actually opened my heart to (Yes, I do have one), that I can be a bitch, or... difficult. I've even heard that some think I would judge them.
If I were one to actually care, at the core of myself, what others thought of me, then some of this entry could come from recently being called "too little" by one, "too much" by another, or "unfocused" by two others. Were I to actually value the opinion of these precious few, some of what I'm writing, thinking, or processing would be accredited to them. Rest assured, my loves, it is not.
I want to remind each of you about the love that I have in my heart. What little hair I do have, I do often (and probably too much) try to pull out due to my own worries for you. I pray (this is a huge shock to some of the aforementioned) that your new job works out, that your new (or old) love continues to grow and respects you. I want to go to your wedding. I am listening, and I do truly want you to be happy.
Sometimes I dwell, not only on my own ...well...."unimportant, self-diagnosed tortures", but mostly I am, and this may seem surprising, thinking about each of you and how you each got to "that happy, cozy spot in the middle", praying, all along, that you'll stay there, wishing that some of it may rub off on me. Mostly, I'm only a product of the family I've chosen to have.
Surprise always greets me when I discover that someone reads any of what I write. Shock is always there tapping me on the shoulder when anyone actually arrives at one of my shows. Utter bewilderment smacks me about the neck and head when I get an email or note from someone I've never met who enjoyed that "thing that I do". I'm not going to blame my self-doubt on that stupid word that some people in this town use.... the "business". I'm constantly discovering what it is that I think is "enough". Learning the things that you want in life must be a joy. It can only be that. If you turn that laundry list of necessities into things that you don't have, or a list of reasons why you are not secure, happy, and grounded....You're in for a long existence of red wine, Nina Simone songs, and over-compensation. For once, due mostly to the things I've learned in the last year, I'm finding much more solace in that list.
Now it's back to writing this song.
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