Gratitude practice. I am up and awake and warm in my fleece jacket. Still haven’t turned on my apartment heater this season. My toes are a bit cold in my flipflops. I guess I’m trying to tough it out. Even though it’s 43.5° outside.
I did buy a second space heater for this place; it was beyond chilly here last winter. I did power up one of the heaters for a few minutes by the open bathroom door while I showered yesterday.
I guess my goal is to keep the bills down. When I ran heaters last year my PG&E bills nearly quadrupled. Ick.
I’m grateful to be up, to be sipping my yummy herbal tea mix and sitting in gratitude.
I’m grateful for my seven-day candle burning on my Lakshmi altar. I’ve invited her, and universe, to open the door to a million dollars, to set me on the earning path that is my heart’s desire. One of them, anyway.
I’m grateful for the merger of Sirius and XM satellite radio. I can finally listen to Bob Dylan’s “Theme Time Radio Hour.” It’s amazing programming! And I can listen to BB King’s Bluesville station. The music is now so much better! And I just found a database that shows what’s on right now. So when I hear a song I don’t recognize I can simply click and see what it is. Cool.
I’m grateful for a great kickoff business meeting last night with my new client and the writer on the project. We met at Samovar tea lounge in Yerba Buena gardens; lovely! If for no other reason, it should be destination for evening tea. The lighting is dim and extremely flattering. We all looked exquisitely beautiful. I have always felt that way about Trump Tower’s lobby in NYC, I’d ride up and down the escalator with the peach marble walls and look at myself in the mirror. Well, Samovar trumps Trump for skin tone.
I’m grateful for this morning. This opportunity to move into this day with love light and joy.
Blessed be.
