This morning’s daily gratitude.
(1) Though I slept only four hours sporadically, I did get a solid afternoon nap yesterday and also have confidence I’ll sleep more deeply at some point in the near future. I’m grateful for a light schedule these days that doesn’t hassle me or make me too uptight, and I’m always thankful for the power of needed sleep.
(2) Grateful to have a nice quiet apartment to myself, where I can enjoy the quiet hours of darkness before the dawn, and usually get a lot of writing done, unhindered by interruptions from others.
(3) Nice to hear the rain pitter-pattering outside my window. After so many years of sleeping outdoors, it’s nice to be inside.
(4) The six-piece praise ensemble at my church really did an outstanding job premiering my first-ever worship song, “I Want to Worship You,” yesterday. They were so gentle and genuine with it, I was so honored for them to have selected it. They put their hearts into it, and I was blessed.
(5) I’ve been faithful to meditate twenty minutes daily, with a few days off here and there. It’s helping me to effect a better balance in life, and not be so self-destructively driven in the area of creative output. Also, a local math professor gifted me with a copy of The Cloud of Unknowing in contemporary English. That’s the book that influenced my pastor’s meditative practice, and it’s helping to inform mine, as well.
(6) I also just found a free pdf of the book Please Understand Me online. Eager to delve back into David Kiersey’s unique Myers-Briggs type descriptions, from which I learned so much in the 90’s.
(7) Today marks three and a half years that I have lived indoors after many years of struggling on the San Francisco Bay Area streets. I’ve paid my rent on time every month, and have mostly lived alone here, with a few house guests here and there. Between my music and writing gigs, and a healthy retirement income from the government, I have not had to suffer for bread. Everybody thought I was going to die a pathetic, meaningless death in a gutter. And now, in the midst of life’s trials and setbacks, I am nonetheless happier than I have ever been in my life.
(8) Been walking about seven miles a day lately, briskly. I even did fifteen push-ups in a single set the other day. I’m thinking I can get by on running just twice a week, and still do the Eugene Half Marathon in April. It will be a rush to run at sea level again after training at such a high altitude here in North Idaho.
(9) Very grateful for the community of artists, writers, and musicians that I prayed for so desperately for so many years, when I had found myself instead surrounded by hustlers, hookers, and thieves. The community has come together even more in the wake of the death of a dear friend — a musician named Paul — one of the most vibrant and magnanimous people I have ever met. He will be remembered in his glaring absence at the Open Mike on Friday. May Paul Anders rest in the same joy and peace he brought to us all.
(10) God is Love.
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