This morning at breakfast I initiated a little practice that I’d like to continue each day. I stopped by the table of a group of women I had met yesterday and asked them what they were grateful for. Easy—the weather and being on Iona. My plan is every day to ask someone that question. Perhaps I’ll share my own gratitude. Perhaps I’ll encourage them to start each day voicing their own gratitude. Whether My hope is that I will plant a little seed of gratitude to be expressed and nurtured daily. Just saying the word may be enough.
At the moment I’m sitting on a bench overlooking the Sound of Iona and the Isle of Mull. People walk by and we nod. A woman just stopped to acknowledge the day. “The beautiful colors, the color of the water,” was her response to my question. Another woman, without a prompt from me, offered that those of us here, indeed, have much to be grateful for.