Humans living in balance with the rest of creation.

Often, when I start to ponder these lovely gratefulness questions, they just keep on opening and expanding outward, outward. This is one of those questions. What is in my heart, I can’t seem to fit into words this morning. All I can say is that I am humbled. And as Sharon so beautifully describes below, I am staggered by the intricacy and immensity of our interconnection.

With arms raised towards the moon and stars. On my hands and knees before a tiny wildflower. In words silently uttered by my heart. In song. In looping cursive letters on the page. With the tapping of a keyboard. In the folding of freshly laundered clothes. In the sanding and oiling of an axe blade.

I can say that I have no authentic answer to this question. What I want is a something concrete, a solid step I can take, but I find my mind on this is blank. I can show up anyway — gratefully — and learn from the wisdom of others who have stepped into the circle.

Good morning, THenry. Thank you for the beautiful sentiment of cares falling off the shoulders like winter snow flakes. Blessings and love to you.

I love seahorses too! Incomprehensible, that this could be paper. And only one piece. That is the nature of art, to astonish and delight. Thank you for sharing. — I must look up the documentary. I hope you too have a lovely day.

Utterly magical, thank you, Nancy! The tree and the elves dance. I can imagine the music.

What a powerful realization, Sharon! Blessings to you of continued opening. By courageously sharing, you help others, including me. Thank you.

Ohhh, enjoy your time in Denver. I used to live “just up the road” in Laramie and miss it so. Yes, the brilliant sunshine makes all the difference in the winters there.

I love the quote, thank you. Blessings to you, dear one.

Hello Ose. Yesterday and today, your reflections have been so life-affirming to me. Thank you. To yoga, I am grateful for guiding me to develop this sense of the spaciousness of my breath. Sometimes on the inhale I can imagine a cathedral within.

Might be 🙂

O, grateful for the cinnamon tree, who sheds its bark for me! Thank you, Ose, for such a beautiful reminder.

Good morning, T.Henry. Thank you for another lovely poem. It reminds me of the simplest joy I feel, unexplainable, when I step outside (as this morning) and look up in the sky to see a bright half moon and one fat star shining down upon that threshold between darkness and sunrise. I wish for you a healing, restful day of simple pleasures, a little magic, sense of adventures to come.

Hello Joanie, it is lovely to read of your happiness. I hope you have a great day.

Thank you so much, Cintia, for sharing your wonderful day here. To imagine you dancing with the senior ladies and your students lets my heart join in the joy you created.

Yes, I loved the whole interview, so compassionate and honest. I would like to watch again to jot down a few concepts, but especially when he said about suffering (that you must keep looking at it until its lessons are learnt) this helped me realize something about my life right now. The meditation on the psalm at the end brought me to tears. Thank you again, Palm, for letting us know about the class.