Once, there was a little worm
who thought he could climb
to the top of the tallest tree.
So he did.
The view was incredible,
from his little worm perspective,
even though the tree
overlooked the junkyard.
Wormy gorgeous!
Worm was filled with gratitude.
Like moths in the twilight
the aspen leaves quiver
to hear the whisper
of our loving thoughts
of gratitude
blown on our breath
to true source
We are so blessed
to live …
Each and everyday is a new one, with new experiences, new challenges, and a new list of things that I absolutely have to get done yesterday.
I love doing art. It is the center of me. What I mean by that is that when I am fully engaged in creative expression, I am connected and lined up and centered in Spirit, in God, in life, in being the most me that I can be.
When I am not “doing art”, when I have stepped on the hose that delivers God-juice, when I am ignoring my needs and inspiration, then I get feeling all out of sync. If this goes on for any length of time (and sometimes it does), I lose myself and drift back into old dysfunction and depression – a slippery slope for me.
The road out of this is gratitude. I am so very grateful for the wonderful gift of life, and for each brand new day. I am grateful and I give conscious thanks for all of the relationships and situations, opportunities and challenges in this life.
