A Little Time Spent in Gratitude

Every once in a while, I’ll come across something that reminds me that our time here on this planet is short.  It might be reading something about a friend that passed, or hearing that someone I know is ill, or maybe it’s news of a freak accident that claimed innocent lives. As I’ve grown older, I think I must pay more attention to those types of news items on social media.  I think about them a little more in passing, too. In some ways, I miss the times when I believe that I, and the people around me, would live forever. I never thought much about death or dying. Nowadays, I’ve got a brother-in-law who is getting a bone marrow transplant as I type, and a dear friend who is getting chemotherapy as she battles another type of cancer.  It is sometimes hard to focus on living.

Yesterday, I was an all-day, off-site staff meeting for my company. I work for a non-profit education company that owns several charter schools in my state. This is only my second year working for the company, and I was hired just after school started last year so this is the first time I’ve seen the entire company at an event (normally we divide up by charter school, if that makes any sense).  We spent the entire day in mBIT, or mBrain training. (multiple Brain Integration Techniques) Rather than bore you with the details, I spent much of the day learning how to breathe in much the same way one breathes during yoga. (I slept better last night than I’ve slept in MONTHS, oddly enough, which was something the instructor told us might happen.)

During our training, we spent a lot of the time in gratitude – giving thanks for what we have, or what our brain(s) are telling us about various problems we have. I spent a lot of that time not thinking about school problems (after all, children haven’t even graced our door yet!), but being thankful for the wonderful things I do have in my life. While a lot of the training was exhausting, I actually liked the breathing. I’m going to use it more often during my day to center myself, however I can.

When I got out to my car, I briefly looked at twitter and my phone since I had it off for most of the day. I saw that Nile Rodgers was in the hospital and had to miss a gig for an undisclosed illness. Naturally, I thought about him and hoped for the best. Life is short, and I’m thankful to have not only grown up with his music, but also with the life lessons he’s inadvertently taught me along the way through his own health struggles.

Nile was released from the hospital today, and I have to assume that he’s doing well.  My feelings are likely the same as everyone else’s today – glad to hear he’s well enough to leave the hospital, can’t help but think about the music – his own silver lining, that he will undoubtedly leave behind someday.  Extraordinary.

As we’ve all discovered in recent years, our idols don’t live forever.  For many of them, life with them here on this planet was far shorter than any of us bargained. I don’t think I’m alone when I say that I try to spend a lot more time being thankful for the gifts they’ve given us along the way.  For me, the members of Duran Duran are as much people I look up to and highly respect as they are responsible for the soundtrack of my life. I don’t want to think about the time when one or more of them may not be here – I want to focus on enjoying them right now. Life is short, but it is certainly bright and melodic, with their presence in it.



2 thoughts on “A Little Time Spent in Gratitude”

  1. Thank u…succinctly put…this resonates so much with me..indeed quite a few of your recent posts have. I too am in this head space. Funnily, I too remember the day Elvis died v distinctly and was the same age!
    Simon is incredible for managing to sing OW in dedication to his mum. But then, she made him that incredible…it was all down to her belief in him.
    I hope the treatments for your brother in law and friend are successful God willing.
    …and that dear Nile stays healthy (after all he is DD family too).

    We r so unbelievably blessed to have DD members still with us and the continued artistry/ music is a gift. I have often wondered who and how will go first (as morbid as that sounds)..and how devastating it will be for them because they r so incredibly close…and i doubt they would continue after that because it might be the natural ending…..who knows…pls God may it just be a long way off in the distant future.

    1. That is very true about Simon’s mom. I hadn’t thought of how much she must have believed in him when I wrote earlier, but you’re right. He mentioned how much she loved Duran Duran, and that song, and how she always wanted to be there. That’s a real parent. I hope my children can say the same about me, someday. It is the ONE job I move mountains to do properly, and the one thing that keeps me up at night. 😀

      Thank you for the kind words about my brother and my friend. Tim is doing really well. His transplant went very well on Tuesday and we’re waiting to see if he has any adverse reactions to indicate rejection. My friend also seems to be doing very well. Thankfully Nile was released from the hospital, and I personally believe it is music that keeps that man alive and healthy, so he is going right back out on that road – more power to him. 🙂

      We are VERY lucky to have the members of Duran Duran with us. I know what you mean about wondering who and when….I try to push those kinds of thoughts from my mind because I just can’t even fathom what life would be like. I know it is inevitable, and there is no way to prepare. There just isn’t. I just have to hope I convey how much they all mean (as well as their music) to me right now, while we’re all still here on this earth. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and I know sometimes that gets me into trouble, but I wouldn’t want them to wonder if they ever made a difference. This blog is daily proof that yes, they did. Thanks for commenting! -R

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