My blinding flash of the obvious this morning: Where
two or more are gathered, do not lament, praise.
I’m not a big “lamenter,” but I natter to Ruckus a lot. So I
pondered my BFO, and I have decided as an exercise each day to take some time
to consciously praise that which I am nattering about.
Two things instantly popped up…both itsy-bitsy items of no
account whatsoever, except to my nattering mind. One had to do with a
cartoon that a friend sent that I interpreted and resisted as politicizing
Memorial Day, the other a remark a friend had made about watering plants. I
hadn’t even realized I had personalized that remark until I heard me nattering
about it this morning.
I consciously took some 10 minutes to just think each of
those through, being thankful for seeing each as pure, just pure, nothing
personal attached to either. I felt better for just having done the
exercise…we’ll see what, if any, results I get (meaning how natter-free I
remain).
Thank You.
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