I am so grateful for all the love and support in my life – for all the abundances and blessings – for all the treasures and beauty. I am surrounded by family and friends who hold me with love in their hearts, who wish only the best for me; who delight in my successes and console me in my sadnesses. I am grateful to be here, now, in this exciting life adventure with the opportunity every moment to realize I am part of all that is, just as everything else is as well. Sometimes the bigness of that awareness overwhelms my heart and in those moments I feel even more grateful. Life is precious and we have the opportunity to hold mirrors up for each other so we can all see how beautiful we are.
Today especially I love this poem Messenger by the extraordinary wisewoman Mary Oliver.
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird —
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.
Know that I am grateful for each one of you reading this blog post, and that I extend love to you and wish you endless blessings always.
Happy Thanksgiving, Deborah!
you’re a keeper! love you…