I hear it now and then, gratitude has the highest vibration of energy. Stronger than love.
Some mornings I wake up and wonder what the purpose of all this is. I forget what I have in light of the stress of every day.
Scrambling my way through day to day,month to month.
It was pointed out to me yesterday that I have nothing to complain about.
My posts often show my brightest light, sometimes they share my grief and losses.
I cannot ALWAYS focus on the goodness but as a public figure I try to share the sparkle.
People respond to it more enthusiastically.
I appreciate it when my friends share the deep and dark, the nitty gritty.
It might not feel as good, but it feels real.
Ah, but today I'm writing about gratitude.
I have the deepest gratitude for dance and yoga, without them I would be dust. It seems that simple.
Gratitude for the folks that show up on the mat in the rooms I go to, and the dancers who dance with me and for me and that invite me to events.
I am grateful for my son and the life experience of motherhood. Nothing really compares to that one.
I am grateful that Weston came to walk with my son.
I am glad for artists, and water and the food that I eat.
Lucky that I get to shower and bathe and drink sacred water every day.
Yes, the more I write it, the more I realize there is to be grateful for.
I am grateful to you for reading my posts, I know you are a friend. I have much gratitude for my friends and my family who are too many to list individually. I hope I show them/you my love.
I am grateful that I get to wake and see the light each day on the flatirons.
The list goes on and might begin to bore the reader with endless stories of magic and breathtaking moments of nature and connect.
So let me just say that there is much more to be grateful for than to complain about.
Thanks
Giving.
Thank YOU!
Some mornings I wake up and wonder what the purpose of all this is. I forget what I have in light of the stress of every day.
Scrambling my way through day to day,month to month.
It was pointed out to me yesterday that I have nothing to complain about.
My posts often show my brightest light, sometimes they share my grief and losses.
I cannot ALWAYS focus on the goodness but as a public figure I try to share the sparkle.
People respond to it more enthusiastically.
I appreciate it when my friends share the deep and dark, the nitty gritty.
It might not feel as good, but it feels real.
Ah, but today I'm writing about gratitude.
I have the deepest gratitude for dance and yoga, without them I would be dust. It seems that simple.
Gratitude for the folks that show up on the mat in the rooms I go to, and the dancers who dance with me and for me and that invite me to events.
I am grateful for my son and the life experience of motherhood. Nothing really compares to that one.
I am grateful that Weston came to walk with my son.
I am glad for artists, and water and the food that I eat.
Lucky that I get to shower and bathe and drink sacred water every day.
Yes, the more I write it, the more I realize there is to be grateful for.
I am grateful to you for reading my posts, I know you are a friend. I have much gratitude for my friends and my family who are too many to list individually. I hope I show them/you my love.
I am grateful that I get to wake and see the light each day on the flatirons.
The list goes on and might begin to bore the reader with endless stories of magic and breathtaking moments of nature and connect.
So let me just say that there is much more to be grateful for than to complain about.
Thanks
Giving.
Thank YOU!
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