Since my dad’s passing in February, I’ve made it a daily habit to thank the universe for something good before I tuck in and fall asleep for the night. It’s a good and worthwhile habit and a welcome addition to the other ways I thank the universe for the grace I find. Acknowledging gratitude is a tried and true way for me to find peace, which I find to be a necessary step on the way toward happiness. Over the years, the habit has kept me from being overwhelmed when sadness lingers.
I often find gratitude in the things I spy in the natural world. In May and June, when the weather is splendid and the world is filled with new blooms, it’s not a hard search. There’s the bright impatiens that greet me on the front porch every day.
Or the zinnia seedlings and canna bulbs I planted on the back deck, seeming to grow larger every day.
As this year’s growing season takes hold, I miss my dad a great deal. But I sense his spirit in these flowers I planted and I am grateful for his presence.
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