Editor/Writer of Ten Thousand Days of Gratitude magazine. Tania has 25 years of writing experience, is a trained Economist, Chartered Accountant, International Development and Sustainability professional. She is also an ordained Interfaith Minister, Reiki Master/Teacher and certified yoga and meditation instructor. In her spare time, she is an amateur photographer, actor and art appreciator with a special passion for the vibrant street art of East London. Tania has lived in Canada, the USA, India and the UK. Currently, she calls London her home.
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I too long for safety and worry I will succumb to fear. Here in the States fear/paranoia runs rampant personified by Trump.
I am not feeling much gratitude these days.
Remember to put things into context. March was the bloodiest month of terrorism worldwide, since 9/11, and it isn’t over yet. But, in context, it can’t hold a candle to a single day of fighting in either world wars. We allow ourselves to be terrified which plays into the hands not only of the terrorists but those who profit, at home, from our fear.
After 9/11 I was afraid to fly but I had flown home to New York the day before, safely. When I had to fly again, I just considered the worst possible scenario – fiery death. And then I considered the likelihood of it. It wasn’t likely – it’s still not likely. And then I asked so what? Well, I would die. It would be painful for a little bit and then shock would kick in. We all die, sometime, and we can’t escape that. I will always have a tiny residual fear of flying after that day. But now it just makes me certain to tell the people I love that I love them – sometimes announced on Facebook – before I fly.
Gratitude is hard when we feel despair but when we can find that good thing, it is precisely the gratitude for what is that pulls us out of the despair. I know I am singing to the choir here. But maybe everyone needs to hear a lullaby sung to them, every now and then.
I wish you peace and the ability to see the good. I promise that it is there. Xx