gratitude remembered
January 1, 2017 § 3 Comments
It is one of the few intentions I have muscled into tradition, the jar of notes we read aloud on New Year’s to remember the year past. A hodgepodge of paper scraps in mismatched handwriting; moments of gratitude we collect over the course of each year.
There’s magic in the happy exclamations of remembering, a current of joy that leaps from page to person as we take turns sounding out one another’s celebrations. The notes are read out of order and without ownership so that each memory becomes a curious discovery.
This year the greater joy came from those misplaced moments. The events and good fortune forgotten on paper that we collectively called into account. The act of reading expanding to accommodate left out Remember When’s.
Small moments and sentimental milestones that map the past in a constellation of family.
scribblechic 
That sounds like a very ‘family’ thing to do. I would think it does bring back memories and moments of discussion in the curiosity they arouse.
I will have to remember that one Marie, thank you for sharing 😀
I love this practice, Mark, because it guides our eyes to the good. We could all just as easily fill a jar with complaints and injustices. Gratitude is a beautiful choice.
Amen to that Marie, it is a beautiful choice 😀