This post is inspired by Dove Promises. Not only are these things yummy, but they come wrapped in little messages. Sometimes they make me smile and other times give me pause, but somehow, I always manage to get one that speaks to me. For instance, I might be feeling burnt out at work when I happen upon one that says, “You have permission to do nothing.” (I quickly showed that one to the boss!)
Today I unwrapped a philosophical gem about gratitude:
The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.
Gratitude begets gratitude.
Count your blessings and you’ll be rewarded with even more favor.
So simple. And yet, so under-practiced. We are quick to list our gripes and complaints. We indulge in our own private — or sometimes very public — gripe fest in a misguided belief that this kind of venting does our souls good. I’ve found, though, that hate breeds more hate and anger more anger, till I”m consumed by an ever-growing darkness that burns my heart like a ball of fire. Rather than fan the flames that lash our hurting hearts, we should snuff out the sooty candle of ungratefulness. For we’ll only find our way out of the darkness of despair if we grab hold of a light that shines clean and bright: Thankfulness.
I can hear you asking, “How is she going to tie this in to ReadLove ?”
I’m going to count my book blessings:
The loveable little badger who helped spark my love of reading.
Authors like Dr. Seuss and Shel Silverstein who taught me that poetry could be fun.
Libraries and summer reading programs. And my librarian mother who made my annual participation obligatory.
The first time I realized a movie was based on a book. And not only was the book enjoyable, it had a SEQUEL.
The Bard and his Prince of Denmark for knocking my socks off. And for giving voice to existential questions in a measure still unequaled.
Dante Alighieri and Gustave Doré for their unrivaled, uncompromising depiction of the wages of sin.
Charlotte Brontë for braving a literary world dominated by men and proving that women could produce good art. And Jane Eyre for proving that life imitates art by bringing my very own Rochester into my life.
What are you thankful for? Share your thoughts in the comments!*Please note I have not been paid or contacted by Dove Chocolates to advertise their product with this post. My love for these chocolates is genuine.