“Everything is a gift. The degree to which we are awake to this truth is a measure of our gratefulness, and gratefulness is a measure of our aliveness.” – David Stendl-Rast
Junior high me was gangly. She had just swapped glasses for contacts, and she wore a scoliosis back brace. Her notebooks were littered with scribbles, so-and-so + so-and-so, TLA (true love aways), stick figures, hearts, stars, and practice signatures of my first name with the last name of the boy I liked.
I would like to say that my notebooks have grown up, but as I sit in meetings or trainings even today, my pen always finds a way to doodle, sometimes even my married name. . . Evi Jane Wusk.
One of my favorite writing teachers/writers/teachers of writing is Penny Kittle. As I had my students complete one of her pre-writing exercises for narratives recently, I was struck by the gratefulness I felt when I made my classroom example, and struck by the memories it brought of those old notebooks.
It’s simple. Draw an outline of your hand, and then fill it with words and doodles of things you’ve held that mattered. Sometimes Gratitude is so very tangible, something you can hold in your hand.
Maybe it’s just a silly scribble, a doodle of a junior high girl–but try it, you might be surprised at the memories that come, at the gratitude you’ve held in your hands.
Cheers to the weekend. I’ll be back here writing Monday–Thanksgiving week. 🙂