Thank you for the many varieties of purple flowers and plant friends all over this city. For Sky friend. Wind. Birds. The breath. Touch. Clean drinking water, nourishing food. Synchronicities, messages, reminders. Loud music. Shoes that fit, tea, simple things. All the people who make me laugh so much, all the hugs. The experience of back pain, the experience of not exercising for weeks, this soft, intelligent, self-healing animal body. Chocolate. Teachers. Outer home, inner home. All the people who move slowly, have a hard time making it up the stairs, give me a break from rushing. Loss, confusion, sharp points. Pho. This endlessly comfortable bed. Piles of books and the people who create them. Friends near and far. Podcast friends (omg I’m such a deluded introvert I think people I listen to on podcasts are my friends). Abundant work, wonderful beautiful ridiculous funny warm kind clients who show up ready to receive and heal. Tarot cards, oracle cards, angel cards. Clean drinking water, again. All the ways the universe directs us to our best possible expressions, which sometimes look like things “falling through” and “not working out” but are actually always perfect. For it always being this or something better. Thank you thank you thank you 💜💜💜 .
Next level : finding gratitude for life when life is the trains freaking never working and you can’t get there from here, because I agreed to live in reality but/and reality is, often, waiting for the C train for 30+ minutes after working 10 hours straight one on one with people who are working their ways through the pain, and the F train running on the D line and the D train running on the F line and we just decided rn to run the local train express with no warning there might be a shuttle for the G somewhere and you can’t get there from here so don’t worry about it. Haven’t cracked that one yet.