(Please note: Somehow the quote last week about setbacks did not actually come through when published. It was: “Giving up on a goal is like slashing your other three tires because you got a flat.”
And the blog previous to that included a quote attributed to Albert Camus. I discovered the only sentence that he actually wrote was: “In the depth of winter I finally learned that there lay within me an invincible summer.” Whie the rest was quite lovely, some anonymous person elaborated. My apologies for both lapses in my postings.)
Two Cups of Tea at Hope’s Café
A dear friend sent me a piece from the New York Times by Melissa Kirsch describing Kirsch’s gratitude practice. Looking to find a fresh approach to the acknowledgement of gratitude, she developed what she calls a “chain of gratitude.” In this gratitude practice, I might give thanks for the fresh cup of coffee I am holding and think of all that went into the making of that coffee, the process that got it to the grocery store, the fact that I had the money to purchase it, the opportunities I’ve had to share a cup with my spouse, with friends. The cup itself reminds me that it was the gift from a friend. I think of all the ways she has been a kind companion through life’s journey.
Tracing a gratitude back to its origin and then forward, I could give thanks for the gift of writing, I could recall how I was encouraged from a young age. I began to show an interest in writing in the fourth grade when some poetry was introduced to us in school. My parents affirmed my early efforts. My father, a printer on the newspaper, brought home end rolls of printer paper on which I began to write stories. My sixth grade teacher would allow me to read my stories to the class. She encouraged the class when we expressed a desire to start a school newspaper and helped us through that process. She became a mentor throughout my life.
In high school I became editor of the school newspaper and throughout college I worked for public relations departments and school newspapers. Along the way I had honorable mention in a story contest and a poem published. At a church where I was a member I offered to write a column for the newsletter. One friend there suggested I should write a book of devotionals. I lived with that thought for years and eventually wrote one. But I knew nothing about publishing. As I was sitting next to a friend at a dinner for chaplains, I suddenly recalled she wrote for a magazine. I asked her if she might have any suggestions for where I might send my book for consideration. Yes, she did! The group she wrote for was just starting to publish books. I went home, sent my proposal to them and heard back the next day!
Along the way I have had writer friends who have encouraged me. This chain of gratitude seems endless and includes the very people who are reading this. I often feel I should give this blog up because I don’t feel it lives up to my standard for my best effort. You deserve better from me, more of my time devoted to writing it well. But when I “make noises” like I might quit, someone will offer some response that keeps me going. Thank you so much for the time you take to read my posts! I am grateful for you!
The invitation is open to share two cups of tea anytime at Hope’s Café or anywhere you share companionship and conversation.
May we bearers of hope, the “wait staff” at Hope’s Café, for each other and all those we encounter. Shalom, Kate
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