We all have a lot to be grateful for I’m sure. I know I do. And in the main, I’m pretty good at counting my blessings.
But being in this Buddhist country, the opportunities to pause a while are many. Little temples with serene Buddhas rest on every corner, and rarely is someone not taking a moment to pray at the Buddha’s feet.
I am crazy about temples, and find myself drawn to them often. I can stand in a magnificent Dutch church as I did yesterday at Galle, and feel awe at the architecture, but it is in the small flower festooned temples, with burning incense and love in the air, that I feel my heart expanding with peace and gratefulness.
It’s early and my boy is still asleep. His scores were running high yesterday which gave him a short fuse and a slow response rate. He was so inspiring, injecting himself four maybe five times throughout the day to try and get his body back under control. No complaining. It’s the way he keeps himself alive. I am praying he wakes at a healthy score this morning. He so deserves it.
There is still a part of me that grieves for the healthy boy I lost when he was diagnosed at five. But there is a bigger part of me that is excited for Cody now, and for me too. His challenges are growing him into such a big hearted, wise, optimistic young man. Every day is important to him; every human connection is important to him. He is quick to laugh and the slowest to judge I know.
For that, and so many other things in my life, I give thanks.