It’s December and here I sit on this beautiful veranda in Punta Mita, Mexico (pause for sighs). The warm breeze, a margarita and solo guitar player my only companions, the ever-present sound of the sea as a comforting backdrop.
I should be full of gratitude – and don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful – but there’s something else. I feel how I’m choosing something else to block more gratitude from washing over me like an even warmer breeze. It’s a familiar feeling.
I’ve felt full octane gratitude here – but it’s been like the surf, sometimes pounding and all consuming and sometimes so soft you forget it’s even there. I’m risking giving myself full permission to frolic in the uncharted surf of gratitude. If not here, where?
I can do this. I WANT this…
Veronica Samoulides is a recovering victim, blamer and self-pitying specialist. She’s bravely (usually) accepting her spirituality, her power and embracing her confusion. She lives in San Francisco with her equally confused husband, Greg.
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Sounds wonderful, enjoy.
Hey, V – Great post! Welcome to the fold… love you, la
I can SO relate to your story. My friend and I just returned from Cape San Blas near Port Joe on the Gulf side of Florida. The day we arrived Randy gave me a gift of a book titled “The Simple Abundance Journal of Gratitude”.
Although the weather was misty, overcast, and chilly almost everyday, it was wonderful to me. I was grateful for the terrific experience of traveling with my friend. I was grateful for the ethereal beauty and peacefulness of this beach location which was basically deserted.
Grateful for it all? Yes!