When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself. – Tecumseh
This morning I woke up without plans, a schedule, an agenda, or expectations – my thoughts completely open to whatever treasures the day might have in store for me…
Soon I found myself at the dining room table, thinking this might be a good time to work on taxes. I worked my way through wages, interest income, and the tuition deduction, and began working away on royalties. I added up print book royalties, e-book royalties, income from my husband’s photography, and from mine, and then it occurred to me that I’d sold nine audiobooks during 2013. I figured I’d probably made a buck off each book, and it had all been automatically deposited in my account at some point. It almost didn’t seem worth the effort to track it down, but being the responsible, conscientious tax-paying citizen I am, I went in search of some record of my audiobook royalties. I finally dug up this humongo envelope – a foot long and almost a foot wide – that I’d received from the audiobook publishing company back in October, and never opened. I thought maybe there’d be some record of royalties in there. But when I opened it up I found a check for $27 waiting for me! It had been issued on October 11th, and would be void in 180 days. After a quick calculation I realized it was within days of being voided out – if I hadn’t started working on my taxes this morning, I never would have found that check in time!
I felt like I was looking at an unexpected gift – I had the same feeling you get when you find cash in your pocket that you forgot you put there.
I went to the bank, cashed the check, and bought myself some geraniums and marigolds for the flower boxes on our back deck. And now I’m sitting here, looking out on our deck, admiring the cheery newly-planted little flowers smiling back at me.
That little $27 check totally tickled me today. And it reaffirmed for me what I’ve already discovered – I can’t always know what form Love’s supply of good is going to take for me, but I can trust that there will always be something to tickle my heart. This week the tickling came in the form of an unexpected check, and a wave returned from a passenger on an Amtrak train as it zipped by, and meeting a new friend while I was looking for agates on a beach in Oregon, and getting a call from an old never-before-met-in-the-person friend saying she was going to be in Vancouver in two days on business and asking if we could meet for the first time face-to-face. It has been a great week. I expect it will be a great week next week, too.
Happiness often sneaks through a door you didn’t know you left open. – John Barrymore