I am grateful for this heart of mine, the ability to find the sacred in the mundane, for that one moment of looking out the window and feeling it all well up inside me and spill over into thanks.
For the morning song of the birds outside my window. For the soft snores of my sweet pup Bandit beside me. And for the look of love Willow gives me as she lifts her sleepy head.
I am grateful for this presence, that allows the truth of life to quietly unfold within the depths of my being.
For the tender touch of morning that embraces me. And wraps me in the softness of life before I prepare myself to go out into the world.
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