Today, rather than writing a shopping list, I am writing a ten-point gratitude list. Sometimes I need to remind myself that this earthly shit-show is not just grim and grotty – it is also sublime and supernatural, when I remember to zoom out. It is all too easy to get caught in the sadness and pain of this disintegrating world, or entangled in the little cell of me-and-mine-and-lack-and-sorrow.
On the surface this is a simplistic exercise, but I’ve found that a well-aimed gratitude list can call time on a particularly potent bout of heaviness and encourage the tide of balance and perspective to rise again.
I am grateful for my true Father.
I am grateful for my inspiring circle of fellowship.
I am grateful for my brave and good-hearted brother.
I am grateful for the seed of strength that I have been given to water.
I am grateful that I can be of service to those who have ears to hear.
I am grateful for the infinite possibilities gifted to me through my mind, my heart and my hands.
I am grateful for my continuing pilgrimage through England's churches and cathedrals.
I am grateful for the perfect proportions of the Peak District.
I am grateful for freshly picked summer flowers.
I am grateful for the sound of the bees at work.

For RG - because I am also grateful for you.