A part of this tree is in flux, changing, adapting, turning colour with its new guise. Another part is lagging behind, absorbing the warmth of the past, reluctant to shift. Soon it will be forced. But for now it is a gentle lull into newness. Same goes for us. Same goes for us. Go easy. Be like the tree. Hold on whilst moving on and eventually everything will drop and life will look different.
I nearly got my family killed today. Only last night I was remarking to my husband that we should be grateful to be alive. And roughly forty minutes ago I very nearly wasn’t. I would have taken two kids with me and left my husband a lonesome widower. Yes, my gratitude just got amped up a few storeys.
I feel quite the village idiot telling this tale. And I am sure that somewhere on social media, or in someone’s workplace this morning my name is mud. Perhaps the other party in question is receiving tea and sympathy from colleagues about her near miss - as well she might, I hope they bring her chocolate cake. Whereas I’m using valuable child free time to process what the heck just happened. And to open a dialogue about gratitude.
Basically it goes like this. In the car. Not tired, kids not screaming, not distracted. I was actually paying very close attention to the road. So much so that I was fixated on a tractor opposite me at a crossroads. I was overly concerned on whether he was going to pull out at the same time as me. I was so consumed by this that when I pulled out onto the speedy A road, I didn’t see a silver bullet hurtling towards my back end. When I heard the beep, I naturally assumed I’d made a wrong call and the tractor was being pissy. At that point a silver car overtook me close and fast.
It took me a second and then I realised, shit, she nearly went into me. And it’s my fault. And that would have been bad, really really bad. Other than feeling silly. I felt grateful. Thankful she had swift reactions. Thankful that there was nothing coming towards us, so that she was able to manoeuvre around me at the last second. Thankful that we carried on our journey, my daughters blissfully unaware what had happened. Oh goddess yes, that, my daughters blissfully unaware, safe, alive, breathing.
I wish I could thank the woman driving the silver bullet that nearly took us out. What an angel she was this morning. Not only did she avoid the death or serious injury of four people, but she has made me feel just so grateful, so alive.
Often in life gratitude is something we say we have, but actually until aspects of our life is threatened we don’t really indulge it in the way we think we do. As I said, just last night I was spouting platitudes about being grateful to be alive. But it feels very different to live that scenario, even if just for a second on a rainy Friday morning. Digging deeper into that pit of gratitude is a powerful thing. It takes on a multitude of aspects when we are forced to actually confront it.
I’d really love to take this opportunity to start a chat about what you are grateful for? But not in a generic, ‘I love my dog’ kinda way. I want to talk about why you are grateful for the things that you have, or the near misses and curves that have brought you to this moment, unharmed, breathing, comfortable. Let’s amp up our gratitude… Leave your thoughts in the comments below!
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