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Gratitude: Day 6 of 48

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The peace that passeth all understanding…

I have a daily relationship with Jesus,
through prayer, meditation and contemplation.
It wasn’t always this way.
I was brought up to be scientific, skeptical,
suspicious of anything the least bit religious,
but through the twists and turns of life
I ended up in church one day,
heart broken open,
shedding years of grief,
tears cascading from my eyes.
I sought through prayer and meditation
conscious contact with God,
and miracles began to take place in my life.
I know that God works through me now,
through my hands, my voice and my heart.
I take an active role in my spiritual unfolding;
I am not a spectator here.
I know that my life will be full of hills and valleys,
and I am ok with this,
because I know my place with the one
who watches over me always,
guiding me back home to peace.

Gratitude: Day 2 of 48

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Miracle House

This house. This magical house.
In January of this year
my house was sold at foreclosure auction;
my name wasn’t on the title or the deed,
and there was nothing I could do to stop the sale.
I was terrified.
Not long after the sale
I was told I had to move,
and I didn’t know where to go.
I just knew I wanted to keep my kids
in their school.
I tripled the number of yoga classes
I was teaching,
sent feelers out,
and prayed more than I ever have.
In July, a miracle.
Friends of friends had a rental home
in my kids’ school district
and their renters wanted to break the lease early!
We met, I brought my financial documents,
and proved I was able to pay rent.
And just like that,
my kids and I had a place to move into!
I left behind the betrayal and grief of my past
and turned toward new possibilities,
a new phase of my life.
I am grateful for the miracles
of community, strength and faith.
Every night when I tuck my kids into bed,
I thank God for this house.
This magical house.

All Is Well

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She stopped. Sat down.
Breathed. Ventured within.
As her shoulders relaxed away from her ears
She could hear the same old fears
rattling around her brain,
clamoring for attention.
She dropped her awareness deeper,
all the way down into her belly.
There she felt the ancient tension
of the ones who struggled for survival,
the ones who toiled and strained
and numbed their pain
with the fruit of the vine
again and again.
Then she prayed,
calling in the Angels,
The Teachers, The Wise Ones,
The Guides, The Ascended Masters,
The Well Ancestors:
Thank you for being present.
Thank you for holding me
in your Matrix of Light.
Thank you for rewiring my neural circuitry.
Thank you for restructuring my DNA.

Thank you for helping me to
see what needs to be seen,
do what needs to be done,
hear what needs to be heard,
forgive what needs to be forgiven,
heal what needs to be healed…

Breath by breath,
forward and backward,
across all time and all space,
eventually
she sits complete within herself
in the center of this Universal Mandala
feeling and knowing
ALL IS WELL.

Show Me How to Let Go

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The resistance rises up.
Wanting to be more energized, less tired.
Wanting to feel more confident, less worried.
Wanting to feel more supported, less alone.
Wanting to feel more peaceful, less stressed.
On the heels of the resistance, stories…
Stories about injustice, mistreatment,
a wish for vindication, retribution.
I can feel my body contract.
I know this thinking isn’t healthy
and I feel powerless to stop it.
I know I need to pray,
and even this evokes anger
and the question
Why do I have to try so hard?
I guess I haven’t really surrendered yet.
I guess I’m still trying to control the moment.
I want to let go.
Lord God, show me how to let go.

Good and Evil

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I began the day in prayer,
turning it over,
asking God for guidance.
I felt good, knowing
everything would be ok.
The morning sun
gilded every leaf on the trees outside my window
and the autumn sky was a powdery blue
so soft it nearly broke my heart.
I moved and moved and moved more stuff
from my old house into my new.
I worked and worked and worked.
By evening my mind was worn,
my temper was hot
and I didn’t want to do one more thing for anybody.
Then I wondered if the struggle between good and evil,
darkness and light,
was really a stuggle between
the fresh mind of a person newly awakened
and the tired mind of a person ready for sleep…