The Sacred Interrupting Cow

Gratitude isn’t funny.
This profound thought came to me on my walk yesterday.

I have been making efforts to avoid complaint in my Gratitude Blog practice. The point is to practice gratitude, not complain about how it isn’t funny, lacks density and how writing about it can be tricky. The language in which gratitude comes by is not on the same frequency that I’ve been functioning from for the bulk of my life. The I have suffered therefore I am hilarious frequency.

Expressing gratitude
lacks edge, weight, punch.

Like saying the word fuck
It just works.
It’s hard and sharp

Fuck!

Try this:

I am so fucking grateful for all the blessings in my life!

How about this:

I am thankful for the love in my life.

This isn’t funny.

Or:

I am helplessly overwhelmed by the ridiculous presence of NATURE. I want to eat you, smother you, press you in a book. Thank you tree, river, mountain....thank you.

This is gratitude
But it’s not making anyone laugh.


I guess the joking is done in the other room across the hall.

Door 11 Gratitudes Home
Door 16 Creation of Humor through Suffering

Can I visit both?


Anyhoodles, I am grateful for the gifts, however dark and destructive, given to me from the other side of gratitude.

Why did the chicken cross the road?
To get to the other side.

Now that is funny!

Thank you, Audra