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Gratitude

I went to my favorite yoga class this morning. If you're ever in southwest Florida you should stop by to see this place. It's a bit Dharma-esque in both the setting and nature of the people who visit, and it's certainly worth the time just to explore the grounds.

I like it.

During the meditation portion of the class, I pray. Today--sitting in the rays of the morning sun, listening to the leaves rustle in the wind--I was overcome with gratitude. You know the kind of gratitude that rises from your belly and washes over your body? That's it.

I am daily amazed at the wonders around me. A body that has pushed and prodded through races and intense yoga classes. A job that gives me the opportunity to give back to a community. A bevy of friends who make me laugh. A dog that greets me each day like I'm the greatest person on the planet. A family who loves me. A world of opportunity, if I'm willing to accept it.

I feel so blessed. All I could do this morning was thank my God for the life He has given me and the ways I see him working in and through each moment.

It is, most definitely, a charmed life.

If I could bottle this, I would. Instead, I thought I'd share it.

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Christy said…
I know the exact feeling and I'm so glad you shared it.
PS - that Amy song on your sidebar is one of my all-time favorite-ever songs. I have turned to it once or twice in my life.
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frabjouspoet said…
It's one of my favorites, too. I think it's one of the best songs she ever wrote. That says a lot since I don't think she's an especially good songwriter.
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