Happy Thanksgiving not just to my American friends but to all. A prayer of thanks …
Thank you for the many gifts you have brought into my life. Thank you for my heart that beats with your love, and this miraculous body that serves me so I may serve you on this Earth. Thank you for new ideas and opportunities that are revealing themselves to me every day. Thank you for the beauty of this Earth and the bounty that she provides.
Thank you for those who care about me and bring joy and love into my life. Thank you for showing me how much I am loved and for giving me new ways to give love.
Let my body hold the force of Gratitude in every cell and let that awaken me to your Presence. May I see your gifts in every moment and be grateful for all that I am given, no matter what it looks like. Let me respond in gratitude to every situation knowing that my soul’s awakening depends on my responses.
As Gratitude fills my being, help me to flow this energy of love and thanksgiving into the world.
At the center of my being, I know all is well. For this and all my gifts, I say thank you, thank you, thank you. And so it is.
Be good to yourself and each other. Namaste’
When I woke this morning, I found myself thinking of the folks in Newtown. All I could do was join the collective of people around the world who are praying for those families. I know that we are all sending them our love and light. Let’s not stop.
Since this is my blog, I feel like I need to say what I’m thinking about the media frenzy that surrounds this tragedy. No matter how many details they find out or speculations they choose to post on their tickers, nothing will bring those victims back. My question is this … why can’t the brave, REAL journalists out there share with us the stories of good that are/will happen now? I hope we will get to see some of that.
Wanting to feel a little more light-hearted today, I happened to walk by the window and saw Santa trying to get up on our roof. And since it’s raining, I hope he has a sense of humor. I fear he is water-logged for sure, but he will survive. He does every year. Namaste’
Today’s loss of life at Sandy Hook Elementary School … there are just no words that I can find to convey how heavy my spirit feels. The only thing I can do is pray for the families who all have holes in their hearts now. Somehow it doesn’t seem enough.
I took this photo last night of all the colored lights reflecting on our patio table in the rain. Love lights from all of us to all of you who are now in the presence of God. Namaste’