It emanates from my heart and soul, radiating outward in ripples I can almost see. I feel it lightly sit about my shoulders and then ride the wind. I hope it is delivered to someone who needs a touch of gratitude in the moment.
Just minutes ago, I was cursing at my stalled snowblower. At the laundry and dishes that awaited me inside. At the article deadline looming.
And then I felt this bubble welling up, before it rode the wind to visit some other lucky soul.
I guess the woo-woo gratitude practice I’ve been doing over the past month is working.
I have focused, over the past few weeks, on what I am grateful for. Some days, that is easier than others. But always, I have a list.
Suddenly, instead of the stalled snowblower and the work that awaited me, I saw a gorgeous winter storm. A black Lab that was buried in snow, wriggling like it was Christmas morning and she was getting the belly scratch of her life. I heard the peaceful silence of a howling wind, felt the snow on my face and thanked God for the whole scene.
I threw a few more snowballs for Bailey to catch. I closed my eyes and listened to that wind. I tromped inside to have a snack and light the fire.
It was the same day. Same scene. Same me.
Different vibration. Different focus.
Who knows if it was my gratitude practice kicking in or a gift from Heaven?
All I know is that when the thank you comes, I allow it in. Revel in it.
And release it back to the universe.