Life seems to move along. Swiftly. Every day. We struggle, we wonder, we tend to dissect the realities enveloping our space. We sooth our thoughts with hope for a better tomorrow and mostly, it is better… or bearable. Maybe manageable. Another 24-hour period of grace bestowed upon our technologically cluttered busyness and to-do-lists. A grace window to grasp what is given freely in abundance, but mostly ignored.
We need, I need, to shift the entire “me” into another frame of mind. Shift has to happen…
I’ve decided to ponder on a few grace-gifts that I tend to run past every day, those things that I accept as obvious permanent residents in my personal space. After all, who needs to work at these? It’s just… there. Always. Every day.
Hearty Health spoils me daily as she reminds me of the privilege to be able to get up. I get to go to gym, I can go! Abiding Address is a huge reminder of my allotted space on our street and I have the keys to it. Colorful Clothing greets me every morning with a choice of different shades to wrap myself in and Bountiful Breadbin just reminds me of the huge privilege of having a meal anytime of the day. Evading Electricity may at times be hiding in a dark corner but still, what a gift to have it anyway even if just in portions at times. Ordinary Office is the space I spend most of my day. She awaits me with patience to once again do what I am entrusted with, receiving an award every 30 days.
Soothing Salary ensures that all necessary to keep our rhythm going, is up to date. But most special to me, is the presence of Lavish Love kindly deposited into my 24 hour timeslot, channeled through family and friends. Recurring Relationships remind me that we are all connected; we need one another especially when tough times trample our doorstep. One cannot stand alone. And then… Frequent Faith comes around often, reminding me of holding on to that which I can not see right now…
I have firsthand experience in knowing that life can really hand you stacks of boulders at times but the end of the matter is: we all get to choose how we sort the boulders. Our 24-hour grace period today will be another opportunity to somehow sort them in a certain order of difficulty, or become a bo(u)lder soldier! I choose to confront each boulder with tractor boots and refuse to keep staring at the grotesque grey triplets in my path.
Considering the above, and we all have different ways of interpreting, what a great breakthrough within your current reality.
Shift happens… if you allow it.
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