“Gratitude is the Memory of the Heart”
~Jean Baptiste Massieu
As I was tending to online tasks this morning, I was feeling irritated. I’d much rather be outdoors right now, walking in nature where I find solace at this time. I’ve found my escape. Then I glanced over to my desk and saw this quote on my calendar. Gratitude is the memory of the heart. Sitting with this brings up waves of grief (which is what was hiding underneath my irritation). Oh how I (we) long for all the joys of going to the places we find joy, being with the people that we love, doing all the activities that make life feel worth living. But we cannot, we are asked to wait…and wait…and wait some more, and the most challenging part I find, is that there is no end date. We are not sure til what day we are actually waiting.
Gratitude is the memory of the heart. We do have a place to go, inwards. The deep recesses of the mind and heart that house all the love, all the places, all the memories that we cherish. We can touch them here, take them out one by one and savor them. Where do we experience the most joy, nourishment, comfort and love? What things can we not wait to return to? And equally as important, are there any things we had been doing that drained us? Activities we pursued out of habit? Is there pain that needs to be tended to, sat with, and felt? Our hearts beckon us towards wholeness.
As we wait, I invite us all to reflect and take stock. Our lives are our gardens, what seeds do we want to plant? What weeds do we need to pull? This time has given us pause. Let’s make the most of it.