‘Twas Saturday before Christmas and I was rushing with chores.
Opening the cabinet door in hopes of finding my all-purpose bleach spray bottle, to my wandering eyes did appear, a cleaning caddy filled with water like from a nozzle. I dropped to my knees and began to clear clutter, when my garbage disposal feel free, dislodging the drainpipe with a clatter.
I scurried for assistance, securing a plumber for Sunday twilight. Lively and quick, the process was completed, receipted for less than envisioned.
I am drawing near the end of a 40 day abundance practice. I have learned that hording pickled okra until it is unsafe to consume is an absolute waste because using and savoring something increases its value. I see how holding onto poorly made, uncomfortable pants in case of an emergency actually takes space away from what I would want if the worst case scenario happened. The dead garbage disposal shows me that things fall apart and having an emergency fund is self-care.
With one more day of this practice, I have greatly expanded my view of abundance. Abundance is not limited to money and possessions. Abundance is a flow that comes to me and from me. Abundance is in the noticing purple flowers, the homemade Christmas cookies from a neighbor, brief conversations with other dog walkers and sharing really good Bourbon with a friend.
Abundance is a blessing to be received and shared. Blessings cannot be horded or saved. Blessings are to be savored and shared. Gratitude it to be given.