Wednesday, May 26th, 2010, 1:16 a.m.

I can’t sleep. My whole system is reved up with potential and ideas for the future. I lay in the dark feeling the hot summer breeze blowing in the window; watching the light of the almost full moon shine on my bed, and listening to the sounds of the night creatures in the forest behind my house, and my dog’s gentle snore at the foot of my bed.

I have just completed the book Transition Now, in which a final message states,

Always remember that it is important, so important, that you celebrate what has been laid at your feet, just as much as you dream about what lies ahead or mourn what has gone before.

In light of this, I decide to do a gratitude prayer reviewing all that happened during the day in reverse order. I am surprised at how many moments during the day were utterly perfect:

  • Perfect passages in the book that touched my spirit
  • Perfect podcast (with Bruce Lipton via Sounds True) that brought diverse concepts that I had been struggling to piece together
  • An evening walk with my dog under the perfect sky
  • Being honoured as a feature member of a social network I respect
  • The perfect BBQ – only hot-dogs but no complaints from my kids about the meal:)
  • Perfect Ted Talk – Sir Ken Robinson: Bring on the Learning Revolution!
  • Perfectly fun time spent with my youngest son on trampoline with the sprinkler
  • Perfect guided excursion with my older son to a wetland reserve behind his school
  • The perfect photos of the event that just made the school yearbook deadline
  • Scattered plans and schedules coming together perfectly
  • Perfect advice from my accountant to save me money
  • Walk in the woods with two perfect friends
  • Perfect yoga class with a new instructor
  • Waking from the perfect dream in which my husband is still with us

It is only now when I contemplate the perfection do I really see and appreciate it. Throughout the day, I was too busy mentally going through my “To Do List” to notice. I was living from one commitment to another. I was too preoccupied with what I had not accomplished and all the plans I hadn’t made which I assumed where going to fall apart. At other times, my mind was too caught up in past dramas to notice the perfection in front of me. Only now as my son climbs into bed with me and I listen to my cat purring and the raccoons squealing outside my window, do I realize that everything is in perfect balance and harmony, as it always was and always will be.  And I am grateful for the perfection in my life.


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