Sunday morning. Grateful grateful grateful.
For the amazing heart-bursting smile-inducing lusty funny serious teary sensual pervy exciting love in/of my life.
For stepping daily further and further out of my comfort zone into new and unexpected comforts and risks.
For being a Yes to nearly everything.
For being a Yes to Spain with my woman in December. !!! Took a poll of my family — sister, brother-in-law and niece — and all three said Yes. Go. Allen said the thing that was most poignant: *Exactly how many more lives do you get after this one?*
So. Phew. Amazing.
I’m grateful for this late summer holiday morning. Grateful that dad is doing better. More coherent thank goddess. Stronger too.
I’m grateful we got him out of the skilled-nursing facility to dinner. Even though it was a bit of an ordeal.
I’m grateful for the bounty of this summer. How rich and enriched my life is by this love. How fully met I am in this woman. I am grateful for the transformed woman I am who is shockingly amazingly present and open and loving and tender and caring. I always ask Leila, in moments of joy, where she came from. I think I could ask myself the same thing. Like I’ve been/am being replaced from the cells out with an entirely different — and much improved — model.
Still a work in progress for damn sure. It still takes me time to recognize my thoughts and then allow them to become words. I celebrate every moment of risk of daring that allows me to speak my truth. To use my words. To trust. To trust myself. To trust spirit. To trust Leila. To let go and show up.
Hallelujah. Just sayin’…