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Writing Author Reviews: Quick Gratitude Hack — Pilgrimage to the Source pg225
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
Next time someone says, “Small world!”, I’ll suggest they try the non-stop polar route from Paris to SFO in coach. I woke up and stared out the plane window halfway across, watching the featureless, blazing ice of the tundra — stark endless white gesso of the world’s largest blank canvas. Faint lines appeared that revealed themselves to be roads. Brought up the ‘Where are you now?’ video map. It was North Battleford in northern Saskatchewan.
I was seeing my father’s old family homestead and rapeseed farm in winter. All of the butt-numbing, neck-kinking airplane discomfort vanished under a powerful wave of gratitude to be coming from where I had just been, and going to where I was headed. If I had been born to the wrong Buchanan brother, I would be stuck down there. I thought of cousin Becky and her back laced with horsewhip scars 40,000 feet below, and offered a silent prayer of fervent appreciation that I landed on Earth as an offspring of Roy, who got away. — From Chapter 12
Gratitude is a really big deal for lots of good reasons. I spent many unhappy years wondering what there was to be grateful for, blaming others and using escapism to stay stuck in ignorance and…
