The city of Vancouver has passed an ordinance that all new construction, including private homes, install levers on all doors rather than doorknobs. Imagine. A house with no doorknobs. I imagine that we would get used to it, but really, no doorknobs? Well, I do know it is not that big a deal. Levers actually are more usable for all people, especially those with physical disabilities. I also imagine it will make it a lot easier for dogs and even cats to open doors...maybe doors they shouldn't, but that's beside the point.
The potential of the demise of doorknobs (probably realistically not in any of our lifetimes) made me think about them as I never had before. And since this is a blog about things we are grateful for, I realized I am grateful for doorknobs...at least for things like doorknobs. I am grateful for the things that make our lives easier, better in some ways. How else would we open doors? With levers, I know. Or perhaps pulls. Or maybe just pushing them open and closed, lifting them up and out. Bottom line here, I am grateful, I suppose, not just for doorknobs, but for the ingenuity and inventiveness of humankind. Aren't we something?
So, yes, I am grateful for plain old ordinary brass, glass, wood or ceramic doorknobs. They may be ubiquitous, but an invention the creates a safer and more convenient life for us all, should be given its due. Thank goodness for doorknobs.
Here is a link to the article about the new ordinance in Vancouver for your information:
A young friend posted on Facebook this morning that she hates life and for someone to f*** off. I was astonished as this was one young lady I thought pretty much had it together. I have no idea what prompted this statement, but I do know I have felt that way. Coming for the other end of the age spectrum, I could only comment, "ooh. hands folded. experience has told me it does get better." Not probably what she wanted to hear right then. But what I hoped it communicated was, yes, it does suck once in a while. But it really does get better....better with experience. Life does go on. It does drain you of every ounce of vital life energy you have sometimes, but, if you push through, it does get better. Really. If nothing else, experience has taught me that.
Here is why I am grateful for experience. It has taught me that nothing lasts forever, not pain, not joy, not anger, not even passion. What these things do, however, is morph into something else. It is often called experience, but what it really is, is you. You are your experiences. Experience informs what you do everyday, every moment. Without experience, we would be pure stimulus and response running around in a world that is nothing more than a flash in the pan. We learn from our experiences. And if we don't, well, we get to experience them again until one day we look up and realize that we are the sum total of our experiences and how we handle them.
It is up to us every day to interpret what life hands us to grow and to move on. That is why we form relationships, participate in daily activities and reflect and dream. It is up to us. But we are not alone. So I say be grateful for whatever comes your way. It is a lesson, whether it be pleasant or unpleasant, but it is yous to learn. And let experience be the teacher it was meant to be.
I am grateful for color. What would my world be like without it? It enhances ever experience, accents every feeling, reflects every mood. It gives life its joie de vivre (joy of life). I know I am so very fortunate to see and feel color.
I recently painted the interior of my home. Years ago I had painted everything white, navajo white to be exact. It was a pleasant, neutral color (or lack of color), that reflected who I was at the time. That's not me any more. I am colorful. Yep, me. The inner artist is emerging. No matter how hard I try to supress it, it will out.
My living room is yellow, happiness, hospitality, light. My dining room is red, hope, passion, happiness. I hear red stimulates the appetite. My den and bedroom are shades of green. Spring, peace, tranquity. My bathroom is blue. Life-giving, good health. What's interesting is the somehow knew these things innately without studying a chart like the one pictured here. This makes be realize we just need to listing to our intuition when coloring our world.
Ultimately, I know that color is indeed one of the things for which I am most grateful. It is one of the ture blessings of life.
It wasn't until I started attending my current church* that I came to understand what All Saints Sunday is about. As I understand at, in Catholic tradition, it is the day we commemorates all those who have attained the beatific vision in Heaven. This I interpret to mean, those who have to named as saints in the church. At my progressive protestant church, we tend to believe all persons who have transitioned from their earthly form into the realms of heaven, can be considered saints...no matter their status or condition here on earth. To us, all can be forgiven, and God welcomes home all his children.
Today I am grateful for all the saints in my life who have passed on, died to this world, and taken up residence in the halls of my memory and chambers of my heart. I am grateful for all they gave me in this life, the things they taught me, shared with me and that gave me insight into who I am today. For me, they are not dead. They are always with me, and I with them. I am grateful that this never fades, never changes, never dies.
In gratitude, I celebrate the day by remembering those saints and pray that I am passing on what they passed to me during this, my life here on earth.
*At First Congregational Church, Riverside-United Church of Christ, we have a tradition of lighting candles of those who have departed this world during the year prior. We also lay upon the communion table mementos and souvenirs representing those we wish to honor. It is a simple yet powerful way of remembering.
Rob McMurray, self described muser extraodinaire.