Last summer, walking briskly along the Mississippi on the Beaver Island Trail with my good friend, Rich, I inquired about his injured shoulder. He said something like: "It still bothers me some. Then I think about the thousands of other parts of my body that are working just right, and I feel blessed."
Rich is rich. His life is grounded in gratitude.
What an act of mercy gratitude is. Focusing on what I have is so much kinder to myself than immersing in what's missing. As I stay present, inhabiting my body, I feel a stark contrast between the tight contraction of scarcity thinking and the relaxed energy, the lightness, gratitude brings.
With practice, seeing beauty and bounty can become a life-enhancing habit. Practice, practice, practice.