Grateful

I am also grateful for my kids, chocolate, bubble blowing, massages, music, swimming pools, roller skates, kissing, old movies, new movies, any movies, sushi, narwhals, coffee, books, heavy blankets, incense, silence, double rainbows, red lipstick, mouth harps, Ordinary Mary, candles, fresh clean water, campfires, therapy, vintage black & white photos, Michael Carson, dancing it out, the gym, crocheting with my giant hook, Mister Rogers, the moon, big fuzzy slippers, olive oil, plants, whales, sunsets, sunrises, walking meditation, elephants, Chanel's Coco perfume, tattoos, medicine ceremonies, cliff hangers, sky diving, green drinks, sun bathing, the ocean, Hullabaloo, California, pancakes, smoking-even-though-I-don’t, gut-laughing, fried tofu, our dogs, Kauai, Friends, popcorn, playing Authors and “I’m thinking of a person” with my kids, twinkle lights, stinky cheese, singing in the car, my bed, well worn baggy jeans, blueberries, touch, giant messy curly hair, badassery, surrender, wasabi almonds, sea turtles, old abandoned barns, road trips, Cirque de Soleil, Zions Canyon, grey nail polish, Bette Midler, flowers, hoola hoops… I might be at this for a while…

Hope you all had a wonderful holiday yesterday. Thank you for spending these days being grateful with me. Now… go enjoy your shopping! May you find the shortest lines and the very best deals!

12 Days of Gratitude: Day Twelve - Love

Love is everything. And, ultimately, Love is all there is. It is the heartbeat, the rhythm, the equation, the dance. Love is the beauty, the power, the balm, the light, the joy, the laughter, the celebration of Life. Love is… Love IS. Love is all that I want and all that I am.

Today, and always, I am abundantly grateful for Love.

12 Days of Gratitude: Day Eleven - My Soul

How profoundly and ass-kickingly wondrous is the experience of being so much more than… this? More than a body. More than thought. More than feeling. More than addiction. More than perception. More than dreams and illusions. Life has, quite literally, forced me into an intimate relationship with the part of me that is indestructible. No matter how painful that process has been, how can I not be grateful for it? And how cool that everything I think I know, or have figured out, is just a tiny drop in the ocean of all that I have yet to know and figure out? The experience of piece by piece remembering all that is and all that I am, and what happens when I bring my personality into alignment with my Soul is really, just a big, fat party.

So abundantly grateful I accepted the invitation.