In the Lightness of Being

 Gratitude is like oxygen; it breathes me. It is like water; it washes me. Gratitude is like helium; it carries me higher.

Did you have dreams of flying when you were growing up? I did. I always loved that wonderful feeling of soaring, swooping, and exploring the higher reaches. I can still feel it. That’s where gratitude can take me, if I let it—higher, lighter, freer, and more complete.

So what keeps me tethered? If gratitude feels so awesome, why don’t I live in a constant state of it? We live in a dualistic reality. Gravity will always prevail over this 3D body. I have been given the opportunity, by having this physical body, to experience the illusion of separation from my Source. I forget. I’m human. If I step in doggy doo, I’m going to be instantly reminded that I have to deal with this aspect of reality.

My spirit, though, has no limitations. My spirit gets to soar like in my dreams. I can, by maintaining a practice of finding the joy in each moment, feel that lightness of being. When I find that I’ve stepped in it yet again, I have the choice to curse the situation, or gently rise above it, by giving thanks for the shoes on my feet and the wonder of soap and running water.

Whenever I find that I have the choice—and I always have the choice—may I always opt for the Light.