Feeling into gratitude is like stepping into Power itself. My inner landscape changes. When that inner transformation occurs, it becomes a light which shines through my eyes, through the words I say to others as well as to myself, and affects how I hear and understand what others say.
It remains a choice. Sometimes that choice is easy, but sometimes it seems as elusive as seeing the stars on a cloudy night. I know it’s there for me to notice, it’s mine to find and identify, if only I can get out of the cloudiness of my own mind. Never mind, I remind myself. This too shall pass. Clouds will part, and the gratitude for it all will be present to illuminate my soul.
I make a practice of finding gratitude, and most days, it resonates within me. It’s like the beauty of music, felt within. Why would I not seek it out? It’s magic! It’s the moment of calm, the knowledge that all is truly well, the ease of a light breath, the reassuring touch of the Divine. It is seeing the beauty which is always present but easily overlooked. It is the very power of now—no past, no future, just this beautiful, perfect moment.
It is the mojo of gratitude.
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