The Attitude of Gratitude

Yesterday I got to celebrate my eldest granddaughter's fourth birthday, with joy and delight. Sharing these special moments make me grateful for each breath I breathe. That my Creator sees fit to keep me on this planet to fill up my bottomless heart is the greatest gift ever.

Both girls, flanking their Dad....

I'm plugged in today, both physically and emotionally, heart and mind and feeling growth in every part of my life. It's foggy out. My heart is full. Like the sometimes fuzzy morning awakening, that fog will burn off soon.... Some days it is just the simple beauty of life unfolding within that I am grateful for. There's been an abundance of grieving and sorrow over the past two years, all with good reason. Loss of those who resided in my heart and life I now see as lessons: I appreciate, and am grateful for, each day as it comes. I've walked through the darkest days with love and support, and grace. And I am better able to be of service to others because of it. Today I believe that the gift of each day is the opportunity to somehow be of service. And what an incredible awareness this awakening is. I have a lifetime of memories I can revisit whenever I want or need to. But today I choose forward motion. Those lost are now a part of my soul. And there is room for so many more loves and memories to come. Today I am grateful for my angels. Some have feet, others are unseen. But oh how they hold me tenderly and with care. Tears of healing give way to those of joy. My heart is innocent.

Lord Byron: She Walks in Beauty....

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies,

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meets in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress

Or softly lightens o'er her face,

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek and o'er that brow

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent.


I am grateful.