I woke up today realizing that I wake up every day with joyful gratitude and it has nothing to do with my external world. The external world follows the inside job. Not to say I don’t have arenas of sorrowful things I may be working through – – but they have their proper place. One clue to me was I am constantly singing (sometimes ridiculous) obscure songs out of the blue… I can see the beauty in people who pass me by, and material things do not excite me. ✨Experiences do. Now when I have sorrow, I know how to access love and gratitude. Now when I am in serenity and joy, I eat it like a chocolate addiction. It’s always a practice that never ends, never perfection, humanly flawed, but fuck yes bring it on.
