The date of this exact gratitude list that gave birth to this (nearly over) mini-retreat/soulful social media quiet time is unclear. I remember sitting in my car, scribbling the list it – but exactitude? It won’t matter in the long run. It doesn’t even matter now, a week or so later.
I am grateful for the ability to communicate.
I am grateful for the beauty of words.
I am grateful for the people who read the words I toss, cry and mindfully set down upon blue lined paper.
I am grateful for whatever it is I manage to create today (because I know I will. Eventually anyway.)
I am grateful to know I will not judge quantity or quality or relevance of the words and objects I create today.
I am grateful I am able to move my pen across the page. I am grateful words fall off the tip so effortlessly.
I am grateful there are papers to catch the words I write in cursive (and it looks pretty!) I’m grateful for pencil sharpeners.
I am grateful for crape myrtle trees and finches and mourning doves.
I am grateful for enthusiastic young people (I sound like an old farm-hand) who just got promoted who still have a vision for their lives that includes accepting whatever happens with grace and building upon those circumstances, whichever, with grace.
Today I am grateful for the years I have been writing and sharing consistently. That “old stuff” is so current, so accessible and ready.
It created the plan and execution of that plan. Edit to evolve and the mighty, beneficent yes shines through.
My mission is to daily “gather our word-love community to collaborate and create a ritual, path, method to save/preserve/curate and continue to breathe heart into our collective life work.”
Daily, recognize and claim my place as a singular and sacred expression of life itself and a gift from the divine to the world – meant for taking action with passionate gratitude to join the flow because I know this world is a place of healing, wonder and wholeness where all know each one is welcome.
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Since I re-visited this time of creative process last Wednesday, I have repeated these declarations and oh, have they ever helped me not only in my daily direction, but also in casting my future and present vision.
This exact gratitude list may have unknown origins, but the continued growth and rebirth as a result of gratitude is blanketing my life. It is grounding me and lifting me toward heaven.
It’s been a while since I felt like this.
Today I am remembering and standing on this strength to continue as I declare daily: I recognize and claim my place as a singular, unique and sacred expression of life itself and a gift from the divine to the world – meant for taking action with passionate gratitude to join the flow because I know this world is a place of healing, wonder and wholeness where all know each one is welcome.
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