When I was at my dad’s recently, I saw some Mindful cards my momma had bought one of us for Christmas. As I went through the cards, one in particular caught my eye.
It said:
“Put your hand on your heart and feel your own heartbeat.”
Say what?
That would mean slowing down enough to actually notice this amazing thing we have in our chests.
I tried it.
It instantly shifted my perspective on what a miracle a heart is and because of its work, what a miracle I am. We are.
My grateful list today is to offer somewhat of a ‘standing ovation’ to some parts of this body that keep me going, but tend to get taken for granted a bit. A ‘thank you’ so to speak.
Gratitude:
- a heart that beats
- eyes that see
- ears that hear
- liver that does many jobs
- kidneys that flush
- adrenals that handle hormones
- brain that gives movements, memories, thoughts, and functioning
- taste buds
- nose that smells
- skin that glows
- hair that grows
- lungs that breathe
Miracle photos:
My kitties
Hope you have a great day!
Jessica
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That’s quite a list but it’s good to pay homage to our bodies sometimes. Your kitty photos are just adorable!
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Hi. Thank you. It probably doesn’t make sense to most- didn’t get many comments… but felt like it needed to be posted that day. Thank you. They’re a joy. We love our kitties.
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My mom had this poem in her drawer. As I mentioned to you, my mom was hit by a car at age 11 and had 42 operations in her lifetime (one was me, a C-section, the rest were related to the accident). So when I read what you wrote, I almost sent you this poem, but since you said you didn’t get many comments, I’ll include it now. It is by a singer/songwriter Red Foley.
“Today upon a bus, I saw
A lovely maid with golden hair; I envied her – she seemed so gay –
And oh, I wished I were so fair.
When suddenly she rose to leave,
I saw her hobble down the aisle,
She had one foot and wore a crutch,
But as she passed, a smile.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;
I have two feet – the world is mine.
And when I stopped to buy some sweets,
The lad who served me had such charm;
He seemed to radiate good cheer,
His manner was so kind and warm.
I said, “It’s nice to deal with you,
Such courtesy I seldom find.”
He turned and said, “Oh, thank you, sir!”
And I saw that he was blind.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;
I have two eyes – the world is mine.
Then, when walking down the street,
I saw a child with eyes of blue.
He stood and watched the others play;
It seemed he knew not what to do,
I stopped a moment, then I said:
“Why don’t you join the others, dear?”
He looked ahead without a word,
And then I knew; He could not hear.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;
I have two ears – the world is mine.
With feet to take me where I’d go,
With eyes to see the sunset’s glow,
With ears to hear what I should know:
I’m blessed indeed, The world is mine;
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.”
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That’s beautiful. Thank you.
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You’re welcome … I thought of that poem right away.
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Cute kitties! The human body is a miracle.
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Hiii!!! Thank you, they’re very sweet.
I agree!!! A miracle for sure!!
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That’s a very good suggestion! Self-awareness can be a good thing!
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Hi Ann. Thank you very much. I can’t quite explain it, but after seeing my momma SO sick, and going through all this grief, my body keeps right on working. On days when all I could/can do was absolutely cry, my heart keeps beating. Such a gift in that. Just in the noticing, I guess. Thank you for commenting. Means a lot.
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