I was thinking about the so-called ‘love hormone’ oxytocin. It is the hormone released by nursing mothers, but is also released during moments of deep bonding with another. It’s that wonderful feeling of hugging a loved one, and being hugged in return. I think it is also responsible for the feeling I get when I allow myself to truly, deeply feel gratitude for anything—a glorious sunset, the sweet laughter of children, appreciation and wonder for mighty works of art or for the smallest of creations.
When I take the time to keep my eyes and my mind open to beauty, I find it. How often have I driven somewhere and thought only of my destination and getting there safely, and completely missed the wonders around me. I mean, a driver has to pay attention to the task at hand, of course, but when I am open to noticing the environment, I get to see that flowering bush, this glorious tree changing color.
In my living space, can I see it with eyes of gratitude? I look at my mementos, and recall their origins. I can let myself feel all the associated love behind them. When I look at my inner environment, I have the choice to be grateful for my experiences and where they’ve landed me in the present. If I allow myself to see the good, rather than getting stuck in the mud of regret, I can more fully appreciate everything I’ve gone through.
Having an ‘attitude of gratitude’ starts my day with the soul wash of the love hormone doing it’s sacred job. It puts me squarely, safely, serenely into the flow of life. It’s my choice.
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