Quiet Joy

 I’ve been in a bit of a slump lately, as reflected in my dearth of postings. I haven’t stopped having gratitude, but I wasn’t allowing it’s fullness to envelope me.

Gratitude is powerful. It pushes from the inside, pulls from the outside, and demands recognition at all times. When I find it difficult to deeply feel, it’s because I have put blinders on my psyche. Those blinders are the everyday-variety blahs, the not-good-enoughs and the too-muches. They block out the periphery, the Big Picture. 

I had a chat with my good friend, a friend who lovingly tells me the truth, then lets me sit with it until I can see more clearly. I’m deeply grateful to her for her loving acceptance of me, with all my bumps, bruises, and the occasional weird justifications to continue destructive behavior. That usually coincides with other messages I receive from my Etheric Posse: the red flags I try to ignore, the course-corrections which can feel like rejections, the meme which speaks to me, the talks from my spiritual teachers.

When I consciously remove the blinders and open up to the fullness all around me, I can’t help but feel gratitude. It shows up as a felt joy, an inner peace, and a sense of all being well.

Tis the season to be open to all the quiet joy which is everywhere, all the time.