I am grateful that the dreams of sideswiping cars and car crashes are only dreams. Even in my dreams, I feel jolted. I am a bit post-traumatic. I am grateful to be alive.
I am grateful for being awake and aware and grateful.
I am grateful my sister is safely back in town after her travels.
I am grateful for being asked to invoke the ancestors at our upcoming ritual. It feels so right, with the veils thinning and the coming of Samhain. Our pagan high holiday. I love that.
Today is Yom Kippur. The high holiday of the tradition of my birth. I am grateful to be connected and aware. And grateful that I know my path.
I am blessed. All is well. I am healing. My car will be healing too. Blessed be.
