Sage burns wildly on my alter. Clearing away all the energies of the day.
Ajeet chants in the background.
And I find a portal of gratitude in which to access the blessings of the day.
I am...I am...I am...I am...
As I allow these two words to circle the stratosphere of my mind I discover a treasury of replies. Authentic musings of being.
I am a student of the mysteries of this life.
I am a lover of music.
I am the light of my soul.
I am blessed.
I am magic.
I am gorgeous.
I am whole.
I am in progress.
I am a blessing.
I am breath.
I am change.
I am a woman.
I am a writer.
I am a love.
I am...I am...I am...grateful.
For all of the stained glass moments of my life that have brought me to this very night. I hear my heart cry out in gratitude. I breath out old ways of being. I breath in new ways of being. I feel my heart changing, waking, seeking, loving. I feel the blessings falling gently like snowflakes and shimmering out into my life. I dedicate my gratitude to being of service. May we all awaken to the gratitude of being kind. May our hearts sweetly grow towards the Divine light inside. May we pause in the landscape of our lives and utter a prayer of thanksgiving. May we remember in the midst of our pain that we are all in this together.
Brother, Sister, Mother, Father...I am you, and you are me.
Feeling supremely grateful for the cozy night and the flickering lights.
May we share the totality of our grateful hearts.
Own your light my loves.
May You Sweetly Seek:)