If the only prayer you said was thank you, that would be enough.”
―I first saw the above quote when I was a young man, early 20's, depressed without really knowing it, right at the beginning of what would be a long and destructive decade of heavy drinking. There was a lot I had to be grateful for, I was cared for and loved, had a steady relationship, not a career, but a job that paid well and treated my employers treated me kindly.
I did my best to throw all that away.
to destroy myself.
for some reason I latched onto to that Meister Eckhart quote. It became a morning prayer even though I mostly couldn't think of a single thing to be grateful for as I was generally hungover and depressed. In retrospect I should have been grateful to even still be alive on many of those mornings. My behavior certainly didn't guarantee that waking it up, or even making it home would be a given.
but I said thank you every morning.
three times.
a mantra before mantra's became were even a thing for me.
some mornings were missed, probably quite often in those first few years. Yet the mantra of gratitude always found me and gradually began to exert some influence. I found some reasons to be grateful, on some mornings at least, and more so - I began to search my mind to sometimes find a single thing to latch on to and claim with gratitude.
thank you, thank you, thank you.
my life started to change.
slowly.
and not without resistance.
but it did.
miraculously.
almost halfway through that destructive decade I began to meditate, practicing yoga, and A Course in Miracles entered my life. I was on the path to sobriety and didn't even know it. My life did change in so many subtle yet meaningful ways. Yet drinking, closing down the bars, self-destructive and harmful behavior continued for several more years. I refused to let that identity go. But one quietly dramatic event changed everything. I was pulled over for drinking and driving, and the words that came unbidden to my mind with first glimpse of those flashing lights were...
thank you.
it was over.
finally.
when the office motioned for me to roll my windows down, and I asked me if I had been drinking, there was only complete honesty and gratitude present. I told him yes,but that I was never going to drink again. He later told me, after processing and a few hours in a holding cell, that he believed me and offered hope that I truly believed it as well. I did, and that was 27 years ago. Drinking left my life in an instant. Grace. I don't know why. Just grace.
and it started with a single thank you.
Love is the way I walk in gratitude. (ACIM, W-195)
I love you, Eric
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Thank you.






