Day 6 and cool things are happening. Yesterday I called my mother-in-law by mistake. That's actually just fine considering I've had her on my mind for a few days. I had left a message with her for her birthday, but never called back when I knew she'd be home. I went to call my mom but heard Mom #2's voice instead. We had a really nice chat and it was sort of a gift for both of us.
Today I went to pick up my mom from work. Before I left I thought how fun would it be to stop and buy her a flower. How long has it been since someone gave her something like that? Well, I couldn't find any singles anywhere and a bouquet didn't feel right. So I thought maybe this isn't the gift I'm supposed to give today. My son is staying at her place tonight and I thought to ask if she'd like me to bring a coffee cake or something for tomorrow's breakfast. She said sure. Now I'm thinking, hey! I'm still getting to give to Mom and my son. Not just the coffee cake, but the time they're spending together is priceless. (I'm thrilled that he's 15 and still loves hanging out with Grandma.)
Here's the cool part. Having called my mother-in-law, I realized how good it feels to still have a great relationship with her and my father-in-law. Even though their son and I are divorced, they still love me and it's always been mutual. That phone call was just as much of a gift to me as it was to her. I didn't expect that. I also didn't expect today to find $60 that I had tucked into a jewelry box a few weeks ago and forgotten about. Giving with an open heart really does open it up for blessings to come back your way. Forever grateful and humbled to be on both ends of this giving experience.
Do you think the #29gifts book would make a good movie? I talked to my friend Bill, my screenwriting partner from years ago in Los Angeles. He is mailing a copy of the book to a director he knows. Send prayers and good energy. Bill and I wrote a screenplay years ago, but the book hasn't been optioned again since it was first released in 2009.
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What "counts" as a gift? Gifts can be ANYTHING you offer with mindfulness and positive intention. Clean out your closets and give away clothes, shoes or handbags. Give material items, like money or food. Give time, smiles, compliments or simple prayers . Read to your child. Play with your dog. Pet your cat. Pay for someone's coffee or lunch. Don't forget to make some art and write stories about your #29Gifts experience and share them here at www.29gifts.org.
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In chapter 12 of #29Gifts I read a piece of prose at a friend's birthday party. My editor chose to only include part of the piece. Here is the full story.
River Rhythm by Cami Walker
The green river before me makes me forget for a moment all we've done to it. When you see it from a distance, out of its current context, you miss out on its shame. The reddish-orange rusty hubcaps and sunken beer cans. It's sad, sad molecules now something closer to H2WhoKnowsWhat. The swooshing sound of flowing wind on water that helps to drown the sorrow it surely must feel when it remembers what it used to be. Underneath the surface, squishy bright green algae tries to cover the scars left by endless feet wading at its shore.
The yellow leaf that drifts by on top is a symbol of the river's hope that someday soon we'll all wake up and stop filling it full of muck. Even though I didn't know this river at its birth, I have a sense of its former self. Awash with happy flow. Crystal clear with life. Its memory held inside the rocks rubbed smooth with time and the tallest trees that have stood witness to its toils.
I sit here wondering what this river thinks about those who play at its side. Does it look up and see the little blonde boy with the red shorts and sunburned nose and feel proud of the joy it's giving him? Does it giggle when it tickles my feet? Does it wonder at the crazy family with its baloney sandwiches and fritos? Does it marvel at the lovers who've come to make out at its banks? Does it see all this happy activity and think the sacrifices it has been forced to make are maybe all worth it? Its pained state somehow ok?
I lean back on my elbows and close my eyes to ponder what this river knows about each of us. I bet it can testify to more of our lives than we'd believe possible. I bet it remembers the aqua blue headband you wore the day you met your husband on the bridge upstream. It could probably tell you the secret ingredients in your grandma's tart apple pie that she used to bring to the family picnics by the big oak tree on the north shore. I bet the river even knows that you used to steal packs of bazooka bubble gum from the corner store if the cashier wasn't looking when you went with your dad on a quick beer or cigarette run -- you in your yellow and black polka-dot swimsuit with the ruffle across the butt and river sand between your bare toes.
As I dose on the riverbank and let the flowing water ease my sadness, I think to myself what a perfect companion it really is to us all. It listens but doesn't judge. It understands but doesn't preach. It embraces us in familiar acceptance and reminds us that when we're all gone back to the earth and the light that made everything out of nothing, it will still be here. Flowing. Singing our song.
Give me a gift today and order a new #29Gifts book for a friend. Amazon.com is the easiest place to order. I suggest the paperback because it is the newest edition. If cost is an issue you can get used books. Please share your giving stories here in the Discussion forums. It is going to be 100 degrees in Denver and my house is still torn apart from the flooding mess. Send me some prayers, please.
My apartment flooded at midnight due to a broken water line under my bathroom sink. Have been awake since then dealing with the disruption and a serious mess. Maintenance had to come turn off my water for a while and a carpet cleaner was here at 2 am to pull out the soaking wet carpet pads, then steam cleaned the carpet. My carpet is now being blown dry by a few loud, huge industrial fans. It sounds and feels like I am on an airplane. They can't replace the pads until the carpet is dry so that won't happen until tomorrow. I am feeling a bit overwhelmed and frustrated right now, but trust there is some higher purpose for all this drama and upheaval.
Share your stories in the "Great Giving Stories for Inspiration" Discussion. There are stories up from me and other www.29gifts.org members . All stories will be considered for my second book. Invite friends to take the 29 Gifts Challenge with you and use this site to #connect with givers around the #world. Click on Documents and you can download beautiful giving tools: 29 Gifts Tags and Note Cards.
Good giving and peace to all of you today. Please send some prayers and good energy to me and my dog Charlie
I'm 44 years old today. Posting a poem to celebrate. Give me a gift and share the #29Gifts book and this website with a few friends to help us grow. Organize a group give and use our FREE Gift Tags or Note Cards to spread our mission of reviving the giving spirit in the world. Click on Documents then Pdfs.