Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Kneel and Kiss the Ground

In my effort to see with new eyes I started jotting down a sentence or two every morning of things I am thankful for, the good things I can see in my life. I have a little journal just for this purpose on my writing table. Yesterday in Cleveland there was a job fair and 7500 people showed up - only 2500 had registered. In another suburb there was an opening for a school janitor and 700 people applied. So today, no matter how frustrating my job may be - I must be thankful for it.

Today like every other day we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Rumi

4 comments:

rebecca said...

I call that right thinking. I've always counted my blessings instead of counting mysorrows/problems because I know it could ALWAYS be worse. Always.

A favorite line of one of my favorite singers, Michael Franti, goes like this: "wise men count their blessings; foolish ones count their problems."

Good post.

Kristin said...

Thank you for sharing this... 700 people applied? Wow.

Susan's Snippets said...

Diane -

Two of my brother-in-laws have been laid off/let go within the last month. One had been at his office job for 24 years...the other is a hard working, blue collar kind of guy and it just breaks my heart.

Thankful for my job...Oh, yes I am!

I have started networking, networking, networking to help those I love get back into the black.

joblessness attack

Julie said...

Thank you for this, Diane. I have struggled with trying not to feel sorry for myself these last few months, when really, I have so many blessings. My husband's plant closed (we were in Ohio, too), but we decided to move to a different state where he was offered a job. That's blessing number one!

Now I'm looking for one. There are many jobs when I look online, but nobody is calling me. I think there are, like you say, so many people going after each job.

I know I'll get one eventually, and when I do, I am going to try to remember this time when I wanted a job...any job...so badly.

Thank you for your beautiful writing:)