Reading

I'm currently reading One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp. It was a sunny day and the boys wanted to play outside all morning. I was able to sit and read. Very thankful for a nearby park bench, for close knit brothers, and sun shining.

This paragraph stood out to me....

Seeing is of course very much a matter of verbalization. Unless I call my attention to what passes before my yes, I simply won't see it. It is, as Ruskin says, 'not merely unnoticed, but in the full, clear sense of the word, unseen."....I have to say the words, describe what I am seeing....But if I want to notice the lesser cataclysms of valley life, I have to maintain in my head a  running description of the present
                                                                                                    -Ann Dillard

I'm one to use lots of words. I like words. I like discussing and chatting and encouraging each other. Sometimes my words are few. Sometimes far plenty. What I need to become more aware of is using my
words to give thanks. To speak of the details. To look for the moments between the moments.

Another part that lit up bold for me......

' " Learning slowly to not be so reactionary while inserting verbal gratitude into stressful situations is almost like being healed of mental blindness. I have begun to 'see' again". '

Honestly, the hurry of the move, the unpacking, the trying to find our groove has led me to fall off the thankful in the details wagon. I need to hop back on. I need to rest, but there is so much to do. I'm tired. Do you notice how when you are tired all sense goes out the window? For me it's that way.

 My maintenance man friend stopped by today. He shared some things that has caused me to worry and wonder. Learning to not be so reactionary{even with worry}......trying to insert verbal gratitude into stressful situations{or worry of..}.