I have been thinking lately more and more about prayers of gratitude.
In my daily e-mails, one mentioned a short while back how we are always quick to flood the universe with our prayers in times of need – Oh, please help me with this – but that we often miss out on the opportunity to express prayers of gratitude – Thank you for the flowers, the air, the people around me…, for my life, my health, my home, my hearing…, for that act of kindness shown to me, for my ability to show love just now, for my ability to accept love from myself And others…
And so, I have been somewhat focusing on prayers of gratitude lately.
Tonight, as I drive myself the remainder of my journey home, I was delighted and relieved that my prayers were clear and of gratitude:
Thank you for showing me safely but clearly to trust myself.
Thank you for putting someone behind me who cares so much and is helping to take care of me.
Thank you for keeping me safe.
Thank you for putting someone behind me who stopped and was paying attention.
Thank you for helping me do what needed to be done.
Thank you for keeping us both – the bike and me – safe, despite our scratches.
Thank you that we received only scratches.
Thank you for the love that is following me right now.
Thank you for letting this terrifying event be in such safe, love-filled circumstances.
Thank you for keeping me alive and well, both for my sake, and for hers.
And for those in my life.
Thank you for my life.
There likely were others in there, too, but that was the main flow of my thoughts (along with the occasional, Man that was ….::hefty-shaky exhale…).
I am grateful for the angel who was driving behind me, and who, though she repeatedly expressed that she didn’t know what to do to help, did exactly what was needed to help – and, aside from all of the conscious efforts to help, her attentiveness quite definitely assured my safety.
Had she not been the one behind me, someone paying attention, I might not be here right now… it was a simple and small accident, but her attentiveness kept it so.
Thank you, God.
And thank you, R.
P.S. All my gear took perfect care of me – I rolled probably three times, without ever touching anything with my head, and lots of parts of me hurt right now, but my skin looks impeccable, because my clothes did exactly what they were worn to do… (minus one tiny spot that, through the jeans, still broke the skin and bled a little bit, but it is a tiny spot that looks more like I tripped and scraped my knee than that I fell around 30-35mph and went rolling across the road)…
P.P.S. Icing has been helping with pain and swelling, and the hot shower just now helped immensely with the pain everywhere.
P.P.P.S. And no, I was not on my phone – not at all… I am just glad that the girl behind me was not on her phone.