Good Morning! That’s how I greet each new day as I acknowledge the Presence of the All. Some days, like yesterday, it’s half-hearted and forced, but I do it anyway. It reminds me that I am never alone, I am never without support and love.
Felt gratitude is gratitude made living - like Emily Dickenson’s “Hope is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all — …”
The knowledge that my gratitude could carry me through a day which felt heavy and plodding kept me moving forward, and proved true. Today, another gray, blustery day, would be an invitation to depression, if not for the revived sense of thankfulness for this moment. All is well, all is well.
As I spoke to my Higher Power prior to writing this, I realized that my hands were over my heart center, my 4th chakra, as I was saying ‘thank you’ for specifics: thank you for the practice of honesty and for helping me open up, thank you for the practice of communing with You in both speaking and listening, thank you for this very moment. I felt the surge of peace in my being—the gift of serenity which flows from gratitude.
Sunshine or rain, blue sky or gray, I always have things for which I can be truly, deeply grateful. It’s up to me to notice them.
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