Gratitude: A New Year’s Resolution


This year I’ve not made any New Year’s resolutions, something that in the past had often marked the metaphorical turning point in my life, the cyclical chance to begin anew with the start of the calendar year. Even without a resolution, however, I still inhaled deeply in 2016, all too ready for a change and excited to feel a cool bit of crisp newness, a turning away from the past. I haven’t planned to go to the gym or dance or go to church more though those things sound nice. As I thought about ways to say goodbye to a most difficult year, one that included unemployment, health issues, a foot in a cast and the death of my beloved, estranged sister, resolutions seemed trivial. I didn’t want to make myself any promises that I wouldn’t keep. I didn’t want to waste time consumed with myself. What I wanted most was relationship. I wanted to face the portal of time represented in the New Year with love, with the practice of gratitude, to attempt to really see who and what is right in front of me and the blessings offered.


I am grateful for my nephew’s first unguarded smile as he leans into me for a picture beneath the Redwoods. Thank you.


I feel gratitude over the rain thickly blanketing my garden and the earth after these long many years of drought. Thank you.


I close my eyes and hear my niece’s robust laughter and the way she clings to me at bedtime, not wanting to close out a day of sharing. Thank you.


I am grateful for my steadfast companion who stands by me through the sadness and joy that life heaps upon us in blizzards as seamless as the seasons. Thank you.


I give thanks for the meditation and prayer practices that rebalance me daily. Thank you.


And then there is also the open heart and keen intellect to be counted as bounties in times of fleeting health. Thank you.


This list goes on and on, counting each friend, naming the lessons and seeing even the tiniest of gifts in difficult situations and the transcendent ones alike.


To whom do I give thanks, this contemplative gratitude? Often it is to God in a soft acknowledgement to the sky where a Red-tailed hawk circles above our home surveying her territory. At other times, more directly aware of the richness of my life, I thank people. I thank the children for playing with me. I thank my friends for a visit. I send thank-you notes in acknowledgement of any gifts or small kindnesses. This practice is transformative. Thanking God is a wordless endeavor of the heart; in our hearts words are elegant braille in God’s hands. With people, we have to put the words together. We need to hear it to feel it and match the words with the deeds and awaken to present moment and each other.


Gratitude requires skill, practice and technique. When done correctly, our loved ones can feel heard, seen and appreciated. Use her name when you say, “I’m so glad you’re here, Lissa.” Make sure you look him in the eyes when you, “I really liked how you said that, Max.”


We all need to feel valued. Showing gratitude is one small but important way to esteem the people who bring us happiness. When we recognize and honor the sources of our blessings, we invite more. That is why in the mornings I greet the birds or the rain with the same enthusiasm as I do loved ones. This is our time. Make it special by appreciating the people all around. Don’t wait. Speak from your heart today.


Thank you.


  1. Always wise, witty, whimsical, and wonderful, Edissa! Such an enchanting and sensitive post! Thank you!

  2. I am not sure why gratitude, compassion, awareness do not get the attention they deserve. When people ask me how I am, I often say, “There is a lot to be thankful for.” And, if challenged, by a response such as “Like what?” I usually have an answer ready. “The health of my family, Bernie Sanders, close friends.” Part of being connected is being vulnerable and also unintentionally hurting another person. The sincere apology is a very important tool in maintaining relationships. Thanks for your thoughts – they are good reminders of what is important.

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