Day 2 - 20 Days of Gratitude
- Feb 18
- 2 min read
Some days, when you start doing the practice may feel so busy. Our lives are pulled in so many directions. Deadlines, people´s needs, things we have to accomplish. Waking up out of a restless sleep, we have a new kitten who is very much on their own schedule. The kitten decided to engage in an epic battle early in the morning - everything was its target - moving stationary. The attacks by the softest balls of fluff are a mix of annoying and thinking this is a ball of fluff, awww. Then the day begins - a little prematurely.
But this is where a practice carves out a new path, a new way of being. It is a determination to look at things differently. It is a chance to set aside time that sometimes we do not have to create what we need to have a better life. When we are grateful, there is no place for fear, for worry. It is a skilled unshakling from the things that beset our mind and stress our hearts, it is a letting go. Coupled with worship, it is a state of being that is very different from how Social Media would drive your day. It is the way to meet miracles in your life. This morning cat on my lap - I exhale and breath in and set my focus on what I want to see more of. Even if some of my reality wants me to see the less than positive, I take control and let gratitude be what defines me. Today I am Grateful for.
I am alive.
The rain hitting the tin roof
The immense biodiversity of the rain forest
My friend who came to cut a fallen tree branch so we can make lumber
The majestic tree, monkey no climb, who seeds look like pumpkins and explode when they fall.
The attack kitten who is oddly needy - the only cat I have that wants to sit on my head - he has a mustache.
My weird hairless dog who has a huge soul.
Prayer and people who pary with you
Breath work a place to breathe through trauma
Friends - in particular, a friend who makes the time to listen
I am grateful for me, even if it feels forced right now, I am choosing to be grateful to cultivate a new feeling about myself.
The woman who watch over the farm and me
I am grateful for my new clients and the old as well. I am grateful for my businesses.
I am grateful for this odd small room I have choosen to live in at the farm. It has no glass in the windows. The room has the words my house shall be called a house of prayer in 3 languages painted on the top of the walls. The door is ancient, there are large cracks in it. In front of the door sandbags have been piled because it is rainy season. When it is open it looks like a jungle - I think there are 30 species of plants in my view.
With Love,
Sarah
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