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Gratitude Day 39 of 49: Celebrate

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A gathering of beautiful friends
brings me back to a natural rhythm,
closer to my true nature, more authentic.
Food prepared consciously
nourishes our bodies and souls.
Sitting with beloveds and sharing a meal
attunes us collectively to our shared visions.
Moving into a mode of celebration
opens our eyes to the abundance that is here now,
opens our hearts to the recognition
that it is a gift to be alive.
I choose to move towards
those who are willing
to recognize the good in their lives.
Those who give thanks
are way more fun to be around
than those who can’t see
any reason to be grateful!
I’m glad to be one of the happy ones
who chooses to see the good in life.
I am blessed to openly celebrate
how wonderful it is to be alive.

Beyond the Routine

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I’m still working on simply accepting this moment.
It may be a life long practice,
because as I really pay attention to it,
I notice that there is very little about this moment
that is like anything I’ve ever experienced before.
In fact, this moment is completely different
from anything I’ve ever lived…
and I realize that my mind that wants familiarity
was just painting a picture of the routine
over what I was living in reality,
and calling forth routine perceptions and behaviors
in response to the picture my mind has painted.
Every second that ticks by is a miracle.
Am I available to experience it?
This moment is a huge gift.
My children are changing, I am changing,
the weather is changing,
our circumstances are changing,
everything is constantly in flux.
Maybe I remove the blindfold
and see that beyond the routine
there is a fieild of infinite possibility.
May I awaken to my true nature there.

Time to Remember

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What would happen
if I suddenly recognized
that I am exactly where
I am supposed to be
doing exactly what
I am supposed to be doing?
What if I stopped struggling,
took a deep breath, and relaxed?
I might remember who I really am:
Pure consciousness aware of itself.
Upon this remembering,
bliss floods my being;
I am home.
I have spent so long in the dark,
struggling, afraid.
It is time to remember.
Time to come home.

The Greatest Miracle

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Early this morning
I took a deep breath
and I asked my heart
some questions.
Why was I surprised
when the answers
were so sweet, gentle,
and simple
that they pointed me
back home
to the truth
I always knew?
I suppose I had bought in
to the idea that miracles
were these huge displays
of cosmic power and grandeur.
Now I know better.
Now I know
the greatest miracle
is a simple recognition
of the tender heart
of awareness—
quiet,
gentle, sweet—
the heart in all of us.

Truly Fortunate

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The way the afternoon light
filters through the trees
or how I managed to drive home
and make it there in one piece,
when a group of people come together
and practice, teach and support one another,
when I sit down to a good meal with my family,
there can be no doubt in my mind
of how wonderful this life is,
no doubt that there is the presence
of something much, much bigger than myself.
Searching for that presence
will be a lifelong journey
of becoming still
and watching as all of the blessings
rain down upon me.
How truly fortunate I am to be alive.