Mary Schneider
Gratitude, Interrupted: A Midnight Awakening Can Create Recognition
With a keen sense of genuine curiosity, Resonance Repatternist Mary Schneider invites you to examine the sacred processes of life—gratitude, forgiveness, trust—with honesty and grace. Her insights are grounded in years of spiritual study, personal growth, and a profound love for the human experience. Whether writing or teaching, she reminds us that healing is a process, and awareness is the first step toward freedom. Schneider is a writer, spiritual teacher, and transformational guide who helps others explore the deeper dimensions of emotional healing, conscious living, and inner awareness, as she shares here.
Gratitude In Likely, And Unlikely, Places
It was one of those unpredictable nights when sleep simply refused to cooperate. The clock read 3:17 a.m. And there I was, lying awake in the quiet hum of the house. Honey Bun, my little dog and loyal nocturnal sidekick, was curled up peacefully next to me. I watched her small chest rise and fall with a rhythm that felt like a lullaby I couldn’t quite hear. A wave of tenderness swept over me. Pure, uncomplicated gratitude.
But just as I allowed that golden feeling to settle in, like a contented sigh of the soul, something odd happened. A chill of unease, just the faintest tinge of fear, tiptoed into the moment. I blinked. “Wait, what is this?” I asked myself. The feeling didn’t come in like a thunderclap; it was more like a whisper from the shadows. But it was there, nonetheless. A strange discomfort with… gratitude itself?
I leaned into it, curious. The sensation was familiar, but not in a friendly way. It was like bumping into an old acquaintance you’d hoped had moved long ago to another continent. And yet, here it was again, this lurking belief that openly appreciating something good might somehow jinx it. That calling attention to a blessing might send a cosmic red flag to the universe saying, “Hey, notice this lovely thing so you can yank it away!”
As I examined it more closely, I realized the fear wasn’t entirely irrational, at least, not emotionally. It was old, buried deep, a psychological superstition that felt stitched into the seams of my soul. If I named the good things, my cozy home, my health, my evolving peace with money, my darling dog, would the universe come sniffing around like a jealous sibling, looking to swipe it all away just to “even the score”?
Recognizing The Patterns
That’s when I recognized the pattern: a sneaky kind of denial, masquerading as modesty or spiritual humility. But it wasn’t noble. It was just fear. The kind that says, “Don’t get too comfortable.” The kind that warns, “Don’t speak it out loud or you’ll lose it.” It’s a scarcity reflex, a low-level frequency that buzzes beneath the surface of even the most grateful hearts.
A brilliant spiritual teacher once told me, “If you think you’re done, you’re in trouble.” And there I was, clearly not done. Not even close.
I began to wonder, as one does around 3:00 in the morning when the soul is especially porous: How often do we all do this? How often do we dodge gratitude for fear of loss?
And more importantly, why?
Maybe it’s because somewhere along the line, we were taught that asking for more, or even acknowledging what we already have, might seem greedy or ungrateful. That it’s better to keep our heads down, not make too big a deal out of our blessings, and just quietly soldier on. But that’s not gratitude, that’s emotional rationing. It then hit me…
Gratitude Is A Process, Not An Instant Result. Just Like Forgiveness.
Years ago, during a deep meditation, I had an epiphany about forgiveness, not the kind you’re told to perform on command from a pulpit, but a slow, messy, deeply personal unraveling of pain and judgment. In that moment, I wasn’t trying to forgive anyone in particular. I just wanted my parents to forgive themselves. That’s when I realized: forgiveness doesn’t work like a light switch. You can’t flip it on just because someone tells you it’s time. The very intention to forgive is, in itself, enough to begin the process. It is forgiveness-in-motion.
So… could the same be true of gratitude?
Could simply having the intention to be grateful begin a journey toward deeper appreciation? One that unfolds over time and through layers of self-awareness? I think so.
Suddenly, the fear began to dissolve, not vanish entirely, but soften. As I acknowledged it, it lost its grip. Like all emotions, fear just wants to be seen. And once seen, it often transforms. I could feel a shift. Something in me unwound, a long, coiled thread of resistance unspooling into the light.
Gratitude, it turns out, is more than a feel-good moment or a neatly bulleted journal entry (though those have their place, too). It’s a spiritual technology. A subtle, sophisticated internal system that rewires how we interpret our lives. It lifts our gaze from what’s missing to what’s already present, from grasping to grace.
Gratitude Is Where You Find It
And it’s cumulative. Every time we practice it, when we pause before a meal, when we thank a stranger, when we notice the sun dappling through the trees, we’re building our capacity to withstand life’s inevitable upheavals. We’re filling our internal reservoir for the days when gratitude doesn’t come so easily. It’s a buffer. A ballast. A balm.
There’s even science to back this up. Gratitude triggers a cascade of neurotransmitters, dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin, that flood the brain and body with feelings of connection, safety, and joy. It boosts the immune system. It reduces pain. It improves sleep. It’s the closest thing to a free spa treatment from the cosmos.
You literally cannot be in a state of true gratitude and be simultaneously miserable. Go ahead, try it. It’s neurologically incompatible.
As my mentor, Chloe Wordsworth, writes in Transforming Primary Patterns, “When we remember the Divine with gratitude, we will be content no matter how difficult our life circumstances may be.” That quote hit me like a tuning fork. I thought, What if we taught that to children? What if we grew up with gratitude as a native language, not something we learned later, awkwardly, like high school French?
In Eastern traditions, it is said that gratitude opens the gates to Divine grace. And I now see why. Gratitude doesn’t just reflect our joy; it creates it. Even when life is hard. Even when things feel uncertain. Gratitude is not a denial of pain. It’s a decision to recognize beauty in the midst of it.
That night, as I lay there in the stillness, something had shifted. I felt like I had cleaned out an old spiritual attic. I’d moved aside boxes of fear, dusted off assumptions, and made space for a deeper presence. A more luminous kind of appreciation. And yes, a little more trust in the architecture of the universe.
Gratitude, like forgiveness, is not a performance. It’s a process. Sometimes clumsy, often subtle, but always sacred. It is always available for those who seek it.
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