Wednesday, May 23, 2012


I have been wanting to do a post like this all week but I haven't because I thought maybe it was too good to be true. Maybe what I have felt and written down was only going to slip through my fingers, elusive, all the way to the ground and I'd be back where I have been.

Gypsy Slow Down

My mom and I recommend books to each other frequently. I like all kinds of books; novels, classics, mysteries, history. But I am leery of some Christian books. I just need someone to be real with me about their life and often I find that they can be so glossy, so not real, that it's hard to care when I feel talked down to. I like the nitty-gritty. My mom actually mailed me a book she recommended this time and I thought, hmm ok. What will be new about this one. Pretty sure I have heard it all.

Gypsy Slow Down

But this week, as I couldn't put the book down, as her totally transparent and beautiful language captivated me and as I started a very simple practice, I have felt something inside me growing. A different outlook. And all because of a list. One thousand gifts.

Eucharisteo. Gratitude. Living as though each moment were something to write home about. Thanking God for what he has given without asking him to change anything. On the author's long road, after much heart break in her life, she believes that when we are thankful, we are fulfilled. One of the ways she started on this journey was by taking a dare a friend made and making a list of 1000 things she loved.

Gypsy Slow Down

Everyday, in the mundane, in the heartache, in the boring home duties, she keeps a journal nearby and writes down what comes to her....sunlight on a dish soap bubble while doing dishes, walking over a dog in the dark, a big harvest moon through the window. Practicing in a practical way being grateful.

Naming what you have, she says, naming what you see so that it has meaning and joy. So that you recognize it. Because gratitude takes over all emotion. Gratitude, joy and grace, three words that come from the Greek word Eucharisteo, which if I remember correctly, means thankfulness in Greek. True communion with God. The way to show love to him.

And then everything else falls into place.

Gypsy Slow Down

So. My tiny blurb on this book is nothing compared to her silky, poetic and heart rending words as she tries to make sense of this and put into her life as a farmer in Canada with six children and a past of heartache.

And can I do the same, in my life, in my work, in my day to day mundane? Can I erase the discontent, see the joy?

This week I took my camera with me a few days and took some pictures of the little things on my list, to record the everyday. And I started on my own list to a thousand.

Gypsy Slow Down

By no means is this one week going to change me in an instant. But I feel it could take me, the person who lives a lifetime of pride, of discontent, the person who takes all the blessings of God and throws them back in his face in one long whine, it could take me somewhere different. I like that.

I am going to keep my list on a separate page on this blog, as a reminder to me, as an accountability to get to 1000 and then do 1000 more!

Here is a link to the book that I have been talking about. And also her blog if you are interested in checking it out.

Thanks for reading and I would love to hear what makes you thankful today!

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