I’m grateful to be alive present and having marked 17 years clean and sober this weekend. Nice.
I’m grateful to be present to everything, even the wicked painful stuff.
I’m grateful to know, even if only in part of me, that this too shall pass, that life is good, that spirit is good, that all is well, all is already well, that all is whole perfect and complete just the way it is.
I’m grateful to live and learn.
I’m grateful for a Sunday morning business meeting that took me to the end of Mission Street at the Embarcadero yesterday on an amazingly lovely sunny morning. So much beauty.
I’m grateful for dancing this weekend. For connecting on the dance floor and off. For community.
I’m grateful for rest and moments of feeling completely healthy. I’m grateful for clearly improved flexibility; amazing what doing yoga every morning can do.
I’m grateful for my sister and my darlings K and K calling and celebrating my sobriety anniversary with me. For their recognition.
I’m grateful for my friendly neighbors, all of whom have come out of hibernation now as the weather gets amazing.
Life is wonderful. Even when I can’t see it! Blessed be.
