One hundred forty three… Mr. Rogers (yes, that Mr. Rogers), maintained a body weight of 143 pounds for most of his adult life. He kept his weight by eating a vegetarian diet (“nothing that had a mother”) and famously swimming laps each day. He also observed it personally in another profound way: “One letter for the word ‘I,’ four letters for the word ‘LOVE,’ and three letters for the word ‘YOU.’ We have to tell ourselves ‘I LOVE YOU’ and learn to love ourselves before we can learn to love others.”
St. (Mother) Teresa believed in numbers this way: “Never worry about numbers…help ONE person at a time, and always start with the person nearest you.” Her life’s work had to be completely overwhelming, yet she reached millions starting with just ONE.
John Green, in his best-selling book The Fault In Our Stars, captured it brilliantly: “Some infinities are bigger than other infinities…I cannot tell you how grateful I am for our little infinity. You gave me forever within our numbered days, and I’m grateful…”
St. M says we are “90.41% complete with this year, so on this 330th day of 2019 and Day #26 of our Gratefulness Game: Is there a special number in your life and how does its significance spark gratefulness?
Personally, I like the number 8. It’s the third letter in the word, GR8FUL, and a gr8ful heart most definitely serves all of us well 365 days a year, so let’s finish the last 9.59% of 2019 gratefully strong, my friends! 🙂
Sugar. Butter. Flour. My hands pluck the things I know that I’ll need
I’ll take the sugar and butter from the pantry
I add the flour to begin what I am hoping to start
And then it’s down with the recipe
And bake from the heart…
Such are the lyrics to a fabulous musical and opening number from the Broadway show, Waitress. The first time I heard the song, my heart skipped a beat and my eyes instantly watered. I felt certain Sara Bareilles stepped directly into the kitchen with grandmothers and me…
There’s a metal string of pastry and cookie cutters proudly hanging in our kitchen to this day. They’ve packed up and moved with me to each kitchen since I was a “baby teacher” in my first apartment. Rusty, some broken, and all likely requiring an extra tetanus shot just to be in the vicinity, these delicate shapes remind me of the many hours gratefully spent in both of my grandmothers’ kitchens.
Our experiences usually started by gathering our ingredients from the pantry – sugar, butter, flour, eggs, and such – while locating the recipe card covered in prior smears, smudges, and fingerprints. If it was a particular pie or a batch of cookies, the cutters came out as well. We mixed shapes and holidays because, well, we could. Both Nanny Folsom and Granny Brock lived by the philosophy to make (and sometimes eat) dessert first. As one who rarely breaks from tradition or “Granny Law,” it’s remains my first task in tackling a meal (besides, you never know who might stop by and need a little something sweet to go with a cup of tea or coffee). 🙂
So on Day #25, consider this: Is there a kitchen tool or implement bringing a touch of nostalgia to your culinary world and what does it gratefully remind you of each time you use or see it?
While permanently retired now, this special collection of shaped cutters gracefully resides in tribute and gratefulness to the bakers in our family who rolled and cut out scrumptious treats and beautiful memories all baked with the most important ingredient…love.
Today, in the midst of much kitchen activity, daddy walked in and suddenly quoted Robert Frost: “You know, there’s no reason to be rushed along with the rush…” My head snapped up and I giggled. He sounded JUST like momma in that moment (she was always quoting Frost or Thoreau or Dickinson or Alcott or Byron or Dr. Seuss or any number of profound philosophers in her well-studied realm). I asked daddy what caused him to comment and he answered, “Well, you’re rushing around in here you would think Thanksgiving is today…(silent pause)…it’s not, right?” 🙂
In his unexpected daily quest to just live gratefully each moment these days, he has this uncanny ability to innocently stop me in my hub-bub and simply remind me to savor the same. And even though it was rather breezy and quite cool outside, I stopped rushing and we stepped outside onto the screened porch. Sitting quietly for a while, we enJOYed the wind on our faces, listened to the sounds of squirrels foraging in the trees (but they better NOT be digging up and storing away the 350 bulbs we planted yesterday), and watched the leaves rustling as they created colorful blankets on the pine mulch. We exchanged thoughts on gratefulness and how blessings overflowed all around us, sublimely just being in those precious moments with each other.
So here’s our challenge: Find small ways each day to stop the rush and just gratefully BE in the moment. Please know I’ll be right there with you…that is, if I’m not chasing squirrels with bulbs in their mouths. 🙂
Daddy awoke with a smile as I presented him the steaming cup of coffee. He told a joke, chuckling out loud cracking himself up, and all before getting out of bed this morning! Who is this person and what did he do with my father? Such is Alzheimer’s, but I’ll gratefully take this comical start anytime. You see, daddy blissfully lives in “his present,” almost literally moment-to-moment. He has no worries because he can’t remember what to worry about…and he’ll tell you it’s my job now. 🙂 Money, bills, Medicare choices, appointments, correspondence…none are his concern. He gratefully savors simple pleasures with quiet JOY. Period.
Momma always told me, “Rich experience and understanding can only come with age, and Bethy, you’re not there yet…” 🙂 Daddy is still teaching me though how to calmly appreciate daily activities for the rich experiences they are. He’s showing me through his daily ALZ struggle how to gracefully take each situation for what it is, even when we don’t fully understand the situation. His age and his illness make little difference in the way he chooses to live; he’s simply allowing the gift of being older to speak for him. Later in life and under completely bizarre circumstances, daddy simply demonstrates, “There is a calmness to a life lived in gratitude, a quiet JOY.” ~Ralph Blum ~
Please take a moment to ponder: When you hear the word “elderly,” what comes to mind? What have you gratefully learned from an elderly person in your life recently?
Here’s hoping we all seek and find gratefulness in the calm and quiet JOY of daily living, my friends!
Wordsworth meticulously observed, “All that we behold is full of blessings.” To behold literally means “to perceive through sight or apprehension; to call attention…”
I’ve mentioned before how my daily mantra sets my mind first thing each day: show up, pay attention, speak my truth, let go, and not be wedded to the outcome. Today in particular, the word observant kept surfacing in the most unusual of ways…Addie’s serene expression when she approached me for her morning rub; the sound (and smell) of coffee dripping into the carafe; the breeze upon my face while walking; the taste of cranberry/orange scones with butter… The sights, smells, sounds, touches, and tastes of this day allowed for observation overload at times, yet the grateful feeling of truly taking time to appreciate simple blessings is the real gift.
How do you challenge yourself to stop and take a moment each day to behold the blessings surrounding you?
As we prepare to gather in the coming week for the feast-of-feasts, may we all take precious moments each day to simply and gratefully behold our blessings.
Trudging through the dreary, rainy Monday weather to the mailbox today in my yard Wellies, a ray of sunshine emerged in the form of a handwritten card…a Thanksgiving card…with glitter and sparkle to boot!
Since I could write my own name, I’ve traditionally sent greeting cards, notes, and letters to family and friends. With close friends, we send “just because” notes or funny cards because all of us can use a surprising boost now and then. Even as a classroom teacher, my students and I wrote individuals letters each week to mail to family, friends, legislators, and others to not only practice letter writing, but work together in keeping alive a dying art form (and yes, St. M., we always paid the postage on these…not sorry). Several of my students still correspond with me in writing all these years later too!
I know; I know…social media, texting, and emails should suffice and have become acceptable norms. I’m guilty of this too. My momma and both grandmothers are most likely rolling over in their eternal resting places just thinking about “social media” as an acceptable form of anything, especially in place of “the luxury of a handwritten note or letter to someone you love, respect, or admire…” ~Granny B and Brenda B Folsom~ The southern steel magnolias in my family were correct: “a handwritten treasure is a gift in itself.” I’m not just talking about writing those important thank-you notes either. Precious time and written thoughts simply shared from the heart helps make new friends or tend to long-time friends while gratefully sending a jolt of JOY into another person’s world. Let’s face it, our mailboxes are depressingly full of bills, ads, political endorsements, and more. Spying a handwritten card or letter is the FIRST thing to tear open and savor when found! What a quick way to turn a frown upside down! 🙂
So…who will you choose to share a handwritten card, note, or letter with during the next week?
Here’s hoping the mailbox you choose to overflow with personal flair fills yours in kind in the coming week. 🙂
I’ve been a little bogged down a little this weekend, specifically in cranberries. A couple of months ago, I toured an authentic certified organic cranberry farm on Cape Cod outside Harwich, MA. Leo and Andrea were our hosts on their family farm, the largest organic cranberry bog on Cape Cod. As you most likely know, this native North American fruit was actually introduced to the Pilgrims by American Indians and served at the first Thanksgiving feast. So naturally, Cape Cod is THE place to see all the action from the original source.
Bogs are one of North America’s most distinctive types of wetlands, thus, it’s truly amazing these hardy little powerhouses actually thrive to harvest. Seeing the berries in all their ripened glory between the dry harvest (fresh fruit berries like we purchase in the store) and the final wet harvest (juice and jelly berries like what you see floating in bogs on TV commercials for Ocean Spray) was a surprising thrill. And although quite bitter, raw cranberries in their natural state pack a punch of nutrients, fiber, and rich antioxidants with serious health benefits to promote digestion, control blood sugar, and protect the body from illness. Fun fact: Mr. Fred Rogers drank a hot cup of cranberry juice every morning upon rising. Hmmm…
So…why cranberries? What do they have to do with my gratefulness journey anyway? Quite simply, cranberries have been a critical part of my health journey the last decade, especially during cancer treatments. Visiting a cranberry bog and learning firsthand about the growing and harvesting of this miracle berry allowed me the opportunity to thank these farmers (and, of course, the berries).
Think of a helpful food you are grateful to have access to each day.
I’m currently experimenting with homemade cranberry sauce and other recipes for the upcoming holidays with the harvest gleaned at the farm. But more than anything, I’m simply grateful for the capacity, the ability, and the willingness to learn about a plucky red berry on a vine in a bog down at the Cape… 🙂