I am surrounded by windows. The chilly November day and ceaseless rain outside elicits a gratitude in my soul for the warmth and comfort of the Argus farm’s greenhouse in which I now sit, comfortably positioned in a vegetable patterned upholstered chair. I am utterly thankful for my present reality.
This life has come to me from my alignment with my purpose, but not without a lot of self reflection and gratitude. Each morning upon waking, I roll out of my comfortable bed and position myself in my chair in front of my quaint dorm room desk. I reach for my beloved writing utensil, the ballpoint that encourages my best penmanship, and my vintage journal. Then, I write. I take the first moments of my waking hours detailing the experiences, people, and resources that I am most grateful for. Everyday I write down at least ten. Some days my pen never leaves the paper, fiercely scribbling the many wonders of my present condition. On others, my hand moves more slowly, deliberately thinking of each aspect of my life and identifying the many gifts that have been granted to me because of my alignment and intentional actions.
So on this very holiday that is founded upon this idea of gratitude, can we extend our reach beyond the thanksgiving day table? Can we cherish even the smallest of moments; the smell of the rain, the comfort of a hot mug of coffee, the belly laughter that arises after a well-timed joke? It may seem insignificant to acknowledge these instances as if they were that of the sublime, but I believe in the power of perspective, the power of now, the power of gratitude.
Today I am grateful for you. Just by reading the words that I have written, you bring fulfillment to my life. The forming of sentences from the myriad of thoughts that swirl in my conscious mind elicits a sense of peace within my soul. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for reading and responding and supporting me along all of my life endeavors, even if they are small and unexciting at times. Thank you.