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Beginner's Heart

Beginner's Heart

day 23 of a month of Thanksgiving: just quiet, lazy peace ~

I did right at zilch today. I didn’t cook, or get ready, or clean, or entertain. I didn’t vacuum or change the sheets or do holiday cards. There were leftovers (cold pie for breakfast! whoohoo!), and all they required was making cappuccino in the a.m. and iced tea in the afternoon.

And the day was perfect.

There is grace in just being still. Sitting in a chair and listening to dogs snore softly. Sitting at a table overlooking autumn leaves, while birds flutter against the sky. Sifting through those leaves for scarlet Japanese maple leaves, just to hold them to the light and watch them catch fire.

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These are the treasures of gentle days. Autumn seems the time of year when they’re most likely to turn up: unexpected but always welcome. Despite having accomplished nothing, I feel as if something important has transpired. As if I’ve ‘done’ something of significance. When it’s just been a quiet, peaceful day of brisk weather and warm sunlight.

I’d wish for more of the same but I know that’s attachment… :) So instead I’ll be grateful for my single perfect day ~

 

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day 21 of the month of Thanksgiving (a man who buys you diamonds for no reason…) ~

When I married my husband, we had zilch money. We got married quickly, so that I could go to Algeria with him, where his company had transferred him. Actually, we thought we were going to Morocco. A story for another time. :)

We had a dear friend, an artisan jeweler, make our wedding rings. Bernie did them for materials; it was his wedding gift to us. They were lovely, but don’t fit us (in any way!) these days. And there was no diamond; we couldn’t afford one.

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So after we’d been married for a long time, and had two sons, my wonderful husband showed up around my birthday (but not on my birthday, as he was quick to point out) with a lovely emerald-cut diamond solitaire. Suffice to say it’s fashionably large, although I have it set deeply so it won’t catch on things. (Have I mentioned I really don’t like fussy junk?)

He said he’d always wanted to buy me a diamond. It’s my birth stone, and I LIKE diamonds. I know they’re not fashionable now: there are good reasons to boycott deBeers. But times (& we) were more innocent then. He stopped in Amsterdam on the way back to where I was in the US, finishing school. He went to the diamond cutter’s and picked out my stone, then had it set. Very simple. No fuss. For my birthday, he sent roses. The diamond, he said, was just because. Mostly bcause he could afford the one he wanted to get me, now.

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You can’t argue w/ a man like that. Why would you try? So today — as I do every day — I give thanks for my husband. Who is not only a buyer of diamonds, but brilliant, witty, kind, generous, and still verrrry cute. Thanksgiving is as good a time as any to put it out there. :)

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day 20 of a month of Thanksgiving (war & peace…) ~

As pictures of wounded children — and tiny body bags — cast long shadows across international media these past few days, I am so very grateful to live in a country free from war within our borders. I am grateful my two wonderful sons don’t have to choose between fighting and leaving, as many in my generation did. I am grateful to the many who have chosen to fight so that my sons have this option today.

My family is proud of our many veterans, several of them (my sister, my father, others in the extended family) lifers. So perhaps this is a double thank-you, today: gratitude that peace is possible, and humility at the price it has cost too many.

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But today, after a day of walking across the pedestrian bridge over the river, watching a flock of more than 100 pelicans basking in the bright Oklahoma light, I am grateful that there is peace. I am grateful to walk down a street free from fear of bombs. I am grateful no one I love is dodging rockets shot from school yards. And I am well aware that violence begets violence, as so many faiths remind us. I can’t imagine living, as I do, almost 2,000 miles from sons, if they were at war. I breathe for every parent with children — old or young — at risk through war…

So today I give thanks for peace, and the centuries of American soldier who have fought to keep it for us. It is a gift too many of us take for granted.

 

 

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day 19 of a month of Thanksgiving: old friends ~

Today I’m grateful for old friends. Perhaps because I moved so much as a child  and a young adult, I have very few friends from my adolescence. And none, really, from my childhood. No one who knew me in elementary or middle school, for instance. Only a few who knew me in my 20s. So I’m very grateful for my friends, and rarely take any of you for granted.

I always worry that I’m not a good friend. That I talk too much, or don’t remember birthdays, or go off on politics & poetry too often. Except w/ my friend Gary, the closest I have to a brother.

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He was my first friend at university when I returned for summer classes. He introduced me to my husband. I fixed him up w/ each of my sisters in turn, hoping one would ‘take.’ We even tried to get our parents together, following messy divorces!

So today, when this old friend — the closest I have to a brother — came to see us with his wonderful wife, and their three beautiful, smart, funny daughters in tow, I was in heaven. For the entire  afternoon, the deck was filled with laughing girls and old friends.  With the seven of us. And more tomorrow! Who wouldn’t be grateful?

But I’m also grateful that this old friend — actually these two old friends, as Gary’s wife Alayna is very dear to me, too — still loves so many of the things we loved in our younger time together. Our politics, our spiritual beliefs, even our child-rearing strategies harmonise beautifully. All the more to be valued as we’ve not lived in the same city for decades…

Something there is about people who have known you for decades… Something very precious. And when you know you’d like them if you met them today, just as you did then? That’s all the more to be thankful for…

 

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