Good morning, dear hearts! A gray, overcast day after a rainy night, but so very pleasant. Crickets low and rhythmic; a bird sings out clear and sweet. Still bare-footin’ weather, but the air is lighter, enough so that the cats are scampering on the porch. And this morning I sure did not forget to lift the towel from the cushion and look underneath, making sure there was no snake or other creepy-crawly.
Sort of like what I did with myself yesterday–took a look beneath feelings. Did things a bit differently yesterday, took more time at this and that, and more time to myself. I dare say that the first thing in any difficulty is to pay attention to myself and figure out what’s going on with me. Sometimes all I need is a bit of a change, shift in my position. Nothing has changed in my world since yesterday, but I am changed–recharged, centered, and reminded of how grateful I am for my good life.
Today in the shower I had this thought–I seem to always have the best thoughts in the shower– anyway, I had the thought that gratitude is a form, maybe the most pure form, of love. What do you think?
God bless us all today. Enjoy!