This title might strike those that know me as surprising, since I'm very much an atheist. However I find that religions have pinched many of the best words, and I have no shame in using them, I do so with gleeful abandon. While 'blessing' is generally thought of as a gift from god, conferred by a man of god perhaps, I prefer my own interpretation, and one from the free online dictionary I just looked up to back-up my stake in the word: "Something promoting or contributing to happiness, well-being, or prosperity; a boon."
It's been a crazy few days (in a quite literal sense) and I've run the gamut of emotions within each 24 hour period. Amid the chaos there have been shards of brightness that pierced through my internal gloom; most often in the form of friends, old and new, that reached out to help lift me from the darkness. I haven't been easy to save, so their love and patience has meant the world.
Things are still going to be chaotic for a while, but I feel somewhat more steady. After an unusually productive evening I'm feeling ready to fall into bed, but decided that instead of adding to my gratitude journal, I'd stick it up here instead. I'm deeply thankful for the people in my life, and tonight I feel a sense of peace. Blessed indeed.
My final meditation for the day which fits so well with my feeling of gratitude, comes from John Steinbeck:
"I have come to believe that a great teacher is a great artist, and that there are as few as there are any other great artists. Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit."