Showing posts with label gratitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gratitude. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 23, 2025

Appreciation

‘Liking what you already have’ goes much deeper than simply being satisfied with your particular stage in life. It’s more than just ‘taking time to smell the roses or a blanket appreciation. So, what exactly is it?  A book I recently read brought that question to mind. This particular book’s premise asked the question: ‘Does the city that you live in make you happy or sad?’

In his book ‘Happy City,’ Montgomery explains that: “What really makes a good place to live? Journeying around the world from Copenhagen to Bogota,’ Charles Montgomery shows that living in densely populated cities can actually make us healthier, saner and happier.” In the book, Montgomery has some fascinating examples centered in California that got my attention. More on that later.

It’s an intriguing question and one that goes far beyond trying to encapsulate one’s life in general. As another cliché goes: ‘It’s the little things that count.’ Let me explain:



My morning ritual is quite simple: Coffee, some kind of sweet and my Amazon tablet. I relish those mornings when it’s just me listening to the birds awakening to the first light of day. It’s my ‘quiet time’ when I peruse multiple news feeds, select web sites, and my Facebook newsfeed. It’s time to think about current and future writing projects, the day’s activities and (always) some-thing to be grateful for. In today’s hip jargon, it’s my little moment of mindfulness.



At another level, it’s gratitude in its purest form. The sun painting deep shade against a mountainside. Dew on the early morning grass. Time to enjoy the moment. The list of those free, always present gifts of life is all around us. We/I just have to take the time to recognize them.

Montgomery had several examples that caught my attention. He talked about a young couple, who after the 2008 real estate debacle, bought a foreclosed house in a new development outside of Stockton, California. They got the house at a great price but very quickly learned the real price to pay was in their long distance commute each day to work in the Bay Area. It didn’t take them long to realize that their hour and a half daily drive was a high price to pay for ‘living the good life.’


Beyond work and commuting, they had no real life. They didn’t know their neighbors. They were too tired to get involved in local community events and their life had become a daily grind. So much for the often-admired ‘California lifestyle.’ I’m guessing, that in my own backyard, there are a lot of folks traveling up 35 North or down 35 South to the Cities who are experiencing much the same commuting nightmare.

One of Montgomery’s research questions was to ask people: which would make you happier – living in California or the Midwest? He went on to explain: ‘If you chose California, you are like most people – including Midwesterners, who told surveyors they were sure that Californians were happier. Californians agreed. They were all wrong. Californians and Midwesterners report pretty much the same level of life satisfaction.


I could blame that perception on Frankie Avalon or Annette Funicello and their mid-Sixties surfing movies. The Beach Boys and Jan and Dean were part of that lot too. In truth, California is as much a mindset as anything else. But true happiness can be found in the most out-of-way places.


I’m not sure if I came to that realization one morning after a long mountain hike or in the dusk of another well-spent day. Collectively, it was all those little things around me that didn’t cost a dime and brought immense comfort and satisfaction. For example, it wasn’t the cars in my garage. A 1999 Buick LaSabre and 2009 Toyota wouldn’t fit alongside my neighbor’s stable of classics. It wasn’t any of the material things that brought satisfaction but could be discarded without a hint of regret.


Over and over again, it all comes down to those simple little things, all around us, that bring the most satisfaction of living one’s life. Best of all, it doesn’t cost a dime; except for the coffee and treat.

Tuesday, April 25, 2023

Learning to Appreciate

I once knew a girl who taught me a wonderful life lesson. I can’t remember her name, how we met or how long we dated. The only thing I remember about her is that she claimed she slept in the nude (not the life lesson I’m talking about here) and that she loved to walk in the rain.

She converted me from grumbling about the damn rain to actually enjoying the visceral experience of raindrops falling on my face, puddles to walk around and the sound of raindrops crashing on leaves. We would walk around some local lake and find a place, under a tree, to hunker down and feel the summer breeze on our faces, listen to the warm water lapping on the shoreline and just enjoy the mutual experience.


It was a great example of enjoying our surroundings without having to make reservations, prepayment, reserved seating or any crowds around us. It was there. It was free for the feeling. All we had to do was enjoy our surroundings.





Not that long ago, I rediscovered this joy of my surroundings that I had neglected for so long. It began with my secret garden in my side yard. Then morphed to the wonderful panoramic mountain views in my backyard and finally the scope of desert wash, distant mountains and clouds dancing across the sky on my daily walks. All free viewing at no charge, no expense and twenty-four hours a day.


Summertime in Minnesota brings out the best of our mulch garden. My ‘coffee and chat’ sessions take me to wonderful beachfront panoramic views of a local lake. Bike rides take me along the Mississippi River and peaceful spots to rest along the inlets there. But appreciation can take other forms too.



Last year, I self-published my 12th and latest novel entitled ‘Playground for the Devil.’ As I always do, I sent copies to family members and included several friends who I thought would appreciate the book. Writing the book had been a long and arduous task but I was proud of the outcome and especially the storyline I had created.

I wasn’t expecting a bouquet of flowers for my gesture. A simple ‘thank you’ would have sufficed. I got two acknowledgments. My wife wasn’t particularly surprised. The kids knew the book was coming and so did some of those friends.’ It wasn’t unexpected’, she said, ‘so they probably thought ‘oh, thanks’ to themselves and that was that.’ It was a good life lesson for me.

Instead of being disappointed because I didn’t get universal acclaim, I wish I had been able to see that I’ve been gifted with the ability to tell stories quite easily in any number of different formats and genres and I get to share those stories with others I care for. I shouldn’t expect to be thanked for every gesture of kindness I make. I’m working on that simple fact now.


Aiding me in that examination of gratitude and appreciation was a new book I just read called: ‘Social Intelligence.’ One of the gems hidden among the pages was this recognition of life around us and how to embrace it; without any price tag, social status or recognition.


Now I will be the first to tell anyone that I am hardly qualified to talk about gratitude and appreciation. While I accept that this is a lame-ass retreat from responsibility, I can only fall back on the ‘excuse’ that I wasn’t raised that way. My mother was a lifelong survivor of her German heritage and Catholic upbringing. Self-reliance was built into her DNA and asking for help was something she rarely if ever did (and only then) under great duress. I think her attitude about gratitude was “they know I appreciate what they’ve done,’ I don’t have to tell them.”


Unfortunately, I picked up a lot of those same selfish traits and brought them to our marriage. Sharon’s gestures of appreciation at first confused, amused and befuddled me. ‘Where was the ROI or recognition for her gesture of kindness; I certainly didn’t see it coming back to her in spades.

But gradually over the years, I’ve come to realize that wasn’t the point. If it was the right thing to do, then expecting recognition was only a nice added benefit. While it hurt not to be recognized as a kind gesture, the gesture itself should be satisfaction enough…because it was the right thing to do. Hard lesson to learn for someone like myself.


As a society, I think we’ve become more self-absorbed and unaware of kind gestures on the part of others. Often times, I have to remind myself that the simple act of showing gratitude and appreciation really isn’t a monumental task to tackle. A simple ‘thank you’ to the clerk or attendant or server doesn’t hurt or diminish your own stature.

While I’m not a card-sender or note-writer like my wife, I do try to make the effort when it’s called for. It doesn’t hurt and actually feels pretty good on the inside. Taking time to (forgive me here) ‘smell the roses’ is a wonderful way to thank yourself for the life you lead and the ability to see any and all treasures all around your daily life. Taking in the beauty of our surroundings costs nothing and the ROI (return on investment) is priceless.

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Life As Art

Sunset in the desert

Last May I wrote a blog entitled Gift of Perspective.  It was about living my life with gratitude. Recently there was an article in Success Magazine entitled How to Live a Beautiful life. It got me thinking again of all those wonderful things that surround my everyday life.
I’ve always been aware of the deep peacefulness and quiet comfort I’ve found resting on my tabernacle or surrounded in a chapel of deep woods. More recently I’ve become even more aware of those fleeting moments and events that somehow come together into what we simply call our everyday life.
Sunrise over the mountains
A Northern Minnesota lake coming awake
Hummingbirds flitting about

Story time with grandchildren

My tabernacle high in the mountains

Dappled skies of pink
In the zone trail running

Friendly visitor
Sunset at Crystal Cove - Newport Beach, CA

Lake Superior restlessness

Morning coffee on the porch
Excitement of Grandchildren

Early morning bike ride
Baby hummingbirds

Rainbow over the mountain

More story time with the grandchildren
Out of my comfort zone (Brian and I in Slot Canyon)
California Coast at dusk

Our lives are like a tapestry and we get to paint it any color we wish. There is beauty all around us. Find it, embrace it, love it and live it.
Become a part of it.


Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Gift of Perspective


I’m feeling rather blessed in my accumulating age and encroaching mortality. Not only because of a satisfying lifestyle but also an increased awareness of those little ‘blink of an eye’ revelations and occurrences that make a life a life. I’m talking about those seemingly insignificant events so easily missed if one isn’t paying attention.

I’ve always been cognizant of the deep peacefulness and quiet comfort I’ve found resting on my tabernacle or being lost in the middle of a desert hike or surrounded in a chapel of deep woods. More recently I’ve become even more aware of those fleeting events that somehow come together into what we simply recognize as our everyday life.

Northern Minnesota lake awakening




Storytime with Nana

My Tabernacle


In the zone trail running

Morning visitor

Sunset at Crystal Cove - Newport Beach, CA

In the land of the Inca - Machu Picchu

Lake Superior restlessness

Morning coffee















Walking on water

Early morning bike ride

Baby hummingbirds


More storytime

Out of my comfort zone

California coast at dusk





Living that extra moment when all is well with the world and realizing it’s good to be alive.