Momento de Gratitud

Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude-

I’m writing this post surrounded by mismatched socks, Lego’s, a lone blaster rifle and Anakin’s light-saber. Sitting on the only comfortable spot on my fifteen year old couch, typing on a MacBook that’s been around the world dozens of times and left a battery dead somewhere in a far off desert, or on my kitchen counter 

You know what? I couldn’t be any happier.

Earlier this morning before driving to yoga practice at 0500, I caught myself picking the millionth crumbled Cheerio out from underneath my foot and organizing the books we were enjoying the night before. In this moment of silence, stillness, I laughed thinking about my Son who had brought these crumbled Cheerios and books into our home. My heart beat slowly, filled with joy – Realizing that I am happier now, in this beautiful mess, than I was a year ago, hobbling about on crutches. I savor these moments of gratitude, more than I could have ever imagined.

Daily Meditation:

Grateful, grateful to eat a few Cheerio’s off the floor before I put my shoes on this morning Who or What are you grateful for this morning?

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8 Comments on “Momento de Gratitud”

  1. katelon says:

    I’m grateful for my inner strength and spirit that has kept me moving forward toward the visions I have had since childhood!

  2. Having gotten to the point in my life where I can appreciate what truly matters. Little faces. Familiar faces. Getting to know new faces. Giving what I have. Making things for others. Kind words. Songs that make me cry. Words that make me smile.

    Beautiful post.

  3. Maia says:

    I am grateful, too… for the fur around the house like tumbleweeds… tumblefur… 😉


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