Gratitude Scavenger Hunt

1- Find something that makes you smile

2- Find something you have today that you didn’t have yesterday

3- Find something that smells really good

4- Find something beautiful to look at

5- Find something in your favorite color

6- Find something you have wished to have for a long time and now you do

7- Find something you are thankful for in nature

8- Find something you took for granted and now see as a special gift

9- Find something that is soft and cuddly to touch

10- Find something that you use everyday

11- Find something you almost got rid of and now are grateful you didn’t

12- Without buying a thing, find a way to say “thank you” to someone in your life

13- Find someone who knows all about you and loves you anyway

14- Find a favorite food and give it a taste

15- Find that special pet and give him/her a big cuddle

16- Find something you would like to draw a picture of

17- Find something that makes a lovely sound

18- Find something that reminds you of a special person or event

19- Find that something you would grab first if your house were on fire

20- Find the perfect resting spot and contemplate all the gratitude you feel!!!!

We All Need A New Saxophone

A couple months ago I told all of you sweeties about my darling teenage grandson Matt and his struggle with feelings of hopelessness and helplessness. As you recall, he had made plans to end his life but luckily for all of us, he reached out for help. And he is receiving that help, in many glorious ways.

Several weeks ago Matt told me he wanted a new saxophone for Christmas. He currently is using the saxophone he has had since sixth grade. He plays in the High School Band and loves it. I think music and marching have been a big part of his healing process.

When Matt told me he wanted a new instrument, I burst into tears. It was so symbolic to me and meant so much, I was just overcome with joy and hope.

Wanting a new saxophone means he is looking forward to the future and making plans for the good.

Wanting a new saxophone means he is excited about his life.

Wanting a new saxophone means he is thinking and making decisions for his own wellbeing.

In fact, I think we all need the equivalent of a new saxophone in our lives. Something that gives us a reason to get up, get dressed, have fun, stay busy and productive. Maybe even give us a reason to live.

A new saxophone can be a wonderful hobby, like sewing and quilting are for me. It can be the perfect job or the best relationship. It can be a fresh idea or a new activity. Or maybe just a new musical instrument from Granny and Gramps.

A friend of mine has a granddaughter who is also dealing with suicidal thoughts. She is getting help and support from her family and village. Her personal saxophone is a budding modeling career.

No one can be too young or too old to get a new saxophone for Christmas. Rich or poor, male or female, city folk or country. We all need one.

Matt is getting his saxophone!

I’ve got my saxophone!

What’s your saxophone?!

The Therapy Of A Sewing Bee

My Sewing Bee got together for our November meeting last week. There are only twelve of us and we have been a bee for many years. Which means we know each other well and are a close-knit group.

Usually we laugh and talk and eat and share and repeat until we are just worn out and exhausted. You know that feeling when your face hurts from talking and smiling so much? Your abdomen is sore from laughing so hard? You feel like you have shared all your blessings with the group and have shared all of theirs?

This time one of our group asked for prayers for her fifteen-year-old granddaughter who had attempted suicide. Silence gripped the room, until another soft voice asked for prayers for her grandson who was also suicidal. Then two more shared their stories of suicidal grandchildren.

The group exploded with love, comfort, astonishment, amazement and advice. How was this happening? How didn’t we know? We are so sorry! How can we help? What can we do? This can’t be real! They are only children!

The four grandmothers were amazed they weren’t alone. They thought they were the only ones experiencing their trauma. What a comfort to realize others were in the same situation and having the same feelings and reactions.

Then one sister began talking about a surgery she was facing and the fears she had about the recovery time. We were touched by the intimacy of her words and sentiment.

Again the group gathered around with love, concern and care. It was a magical thing!

By now, we were beginning to realize our monthly meeting was taking a different turn than it ever had. We had established a safe place. A place where we could be ourselves and reveal our inside selves, knowing they would be treasured by the others.

At that point, someone brought up her feelings about the slow loss of her husband through his memory loss. Many sympathized with her and understood her feelings of mourning.

By this time, there was not a dry eye in the room. Yet we could still share a laugh with each hug.

And then – we shared our experiences with depression. How we had dealt with it ourselves and with others. Much advice was asked for and given.

This was the strangest and most wonderful group meeting I had ever experienced. It was fun (We did share our recent sewing feats!), therapeutic, exhausting and exhilarating all at the same time.

These twelve women, just randomly put together, had provided the highest level of therapy for each other at just the moment it was needed. They gave comfort, support, understanding, empathy, humor, advice and companionship.

Watching it happen was magical!!!!!

Being a part of it was a privilege!!!!!!