365 Thank Yous.

I first heard of this book, 365 Thank Yous, over a year ago now, when it was suggested on an Internet forum, as being “life changing”.

The cynical me immediately dismissed it.

Another Pollyanna, cover up reality, pretend everything is good book. Another “secret” book, put this out to the universe kind of garbage. That’s what ran through my head.

But I was wrong,

It was recently recommended again, on the same forum again. I went to the Amazon site this time. I read positive reviews.

What the heck? Cheap on Kindle, give it a whirl.

And I am really enjoying the book. Enjoying the author’s personal story. Enjoying his literary style, his turn of phrase, his descriptions.

And yes, his learning.

What learning?

That a shift in perception, no matter how small, can often be a shift in a better direction.

In setting out to write 365 thank you notes, in an effort to change his life, he found that a perception change occurred, Not a Pollyanna add-on but a way of looking at life, at things. John Kralik writes : ” By the end of February, when someone asked ‘How are you?’, instead of reporting the latest development in my struggles, I noticed something for which I was grateful..” He notes that at first this was unconscious, an unconscious act brought about thinking of and writing the thank you notes.

It’s this gentle attitude adjustment that speaks volumes to me. Already, in reading two thirds of the book, I see how such a small shift makes profound differences,.

No, it’s not that we need to rush out and write 365 thank Yous, it’s more the principle behind the book. That looking at things differently makes us feel differently. When the time is right.

As Kralik says “Whether or not my life had changed, my experience of it, moment by moment had been transformed, When bad things happened, they might slow me, but they no longer unravelled me.”

And, besides all this, the book is just a plain, good read!


Catholicism, Life, religion


Not again, I hear you moan. She has only just returned to blogging and we get another complaint , centred on banal liturgy.

But not today. Today, instead, I look at my breviary during recess break and I think about a way to celebrate feast days this week. Mass and a cake and a Marian table display for the Presentation of Our Lady (November 21)? And it occurs to me that here is the great wisdom of the Church, in celebrating the liturgical year. For each week the solemnities and saints days drag me out of the busyness of my life, make me contemplate the sacred mysteries and this life of Faith, make me take a break and bring the life of Faith to the fore of everydayness.

I am reminded of this quote from “In This House of Brede” by Rumer Godden, a book I read again every few years:

“‘Don’t you see, it’s like a pageant. Our Cardinal has said the liturgy entertains as well as feeds us…Yes, we’re not angels but humans,’ said Dame Clare, ‘and human nature is made so that it needs variety. The Church is like a wise mother and has given us this great cycle of the liturgical year with its different words and colours. You’ll see how you will learn to welcome the feast days and the saints’ days as they come round, each with a different story and, as it were, a different aspect; they grow very dear, though still exacting.’”



Cranky women

Do you know a cranky woman?

Do you hear people complain about cranky women?

Yeah, I do too. But you know, sometimes, the crankiness is just plain tiredness. Sometimes the crankiness is just plain hunger.

What this post calls “hangry”… You yelled at your kids or significant other because you were so damned hungry. Acted bitchy because you were starving. And finally threw all caution to the wind and ate, ate everything, no regards to calories (even though you have been stupidly counting them all day..) or nutrition, a slave to feeding your hunger.

I think we women can be the worst culprits here. Simply because we are so good at meeting everyone else’s needs and putting our own needs, yes, even a need for sustenance, last.

Or because we try to exist on low calorie diets to fit a thin ideal.

Thurs: I had actually eaten and thus : not cranky…

Apparently, women also need more sleep than men. If we don’t, over a prolonged period of time, we are more prone to depression.


So what about just taking on self-care, looking after ourselves, not with rules on what to eat and when or on cutting out sugar or adding more on to do lists or whatever is your issue, these are mine… but with being gentle, eating, resting, exercising, smiling, working on our issues and why we, or those next to us, don’t value us. How about taking care of ourselves and who we are, as we are.

Yep, I’m talking to me again.


About blogs

What about blogs?

I haven’t blogged much this year. My outward excuse has been that there is too much going on. no time to blog.

My true excuse is that I have felt as though life has sucked away all my creativity. That the Leonie, who has always written, to whom writing and reading were second nature, became the Leonie with nothing to say. Or perhaps with too much to say. Too much to be written down, recorded in the light and bright blogging world.

But I am going to try to rectify that. To blog , even every day, regardless.


Because try as I might, I really can’t stifle me. I really can’t be the quiet, in the corner, unbloggy me.

Or maybe I can but I don’t want to right now.

Today is the feast of St Elizabeth of Hungary. A strong, prayerful woman. An example for me.