As we take moments to breathe and give thanks for that breath, for that sun, for the love we just made, it is important to remember Why.
Oftentimes, the Self-Helpy, New-Agey info being pushed encourages us to “give thanks” and “be grateful” as a means of setting a pathway toward our better paying jobs, hot boyfriends and private chefs. But there is so much more that we’re here for, and I don’t know if that is always being made clear. We’re always being handed the teeny tip of a very deep iceberg. We are not only here to “get stuff”.
The purpose of giving thanks is for Alignment, for Resonance. It is a willingness to SPEAK and BE that from which you came, that to which you will return, and that that embodies all aspects of this existence. It is a call to say, “I AM the Peace and Love and BALANCE of god! The Grace of this Universe breathes life through ME! Every picture I paint and meal I cook is given to remind me and all who witness that I AM only here as a translator of the grace and love that sustains each bit of life in this realm.” It reminds you that you are not separate from the whore down the block or the molesters on your newsfeed. It reminds you that you are all things, beautiful and terrible, and because of that, you are worthy of and WILL HAVE the things you have called into your life to enjoy and share. Healthy body. Healthy finances. Healthy sex (yeaaahhh!!). Whatever you want. The answer is Yes.
Setting a timer and writing down the things you love about simply being alive is to remind you that you are already all that you will ever need to be. Right here. Right now. With your belly fat and your stupid husband, you are still and always will be a necessary and beautiful part of this existence. Outside of denying it (free will always), there is nothing you can do about it. Being grateful stops you from sitting there, talking yourself out of your greatness, your beauty, and the wonder that is your life.
Taking the time to say, “I love my bathtub, these jiggly hips that make men smile, this gap in my teeth, the sound of that baby laughing in Wal-Mart, how those birds sang for me today, how hard I came last night, how good that kiss felt, how puffy that cloud is…” will (momentarily at first) stop you from believing that your belly fat makes you unworthy, and reminds you that the fact that you exist at all means YOU ARE. ***It is our most natural state*** to be in awe of EVERY aspect of this life. The fact that you are not simply means you’ve forgotten, have been nudged away from Truth, from God, from Love. But don’t worry. It is the game being played on this plane. We come here to forget, then remember. It’s a fun thing, but until we are able to see what we’ve been given it all just seems screwed up.
Your 50s can be cents or millions, but if you are not joyful for your hand that holds the coin, the eye that sees the coin and your ability to share even the smallest things you possess (kind words, smiles, poetry, etc), the poverty you seek to escape will never leave your side. An impoverished spirit is the only true hell.
Give Thanks. Not because Oprah said so. Not because you want a new car. And not even for a new friend. Be thankful for the joy of living. Be thankful for the ability to reset, to re-calibrate, and trust that your ability to envision an outcome means that god has already put everything here to support you. Your gifts are not your own. Share them and know the Truth of what Abundance can be.
Thank You! I Love You! And I know this was long lol…