Living Spirit

I begin this week with gratitude, knowing every breath, every sunrise, every word I speak is a pure gift. Yes, living is a gift. Even the difficult moments. Through all my joys and difficulties, I am learning who I am, and what I am composed of? I am a symphony; I am the weather; I am known and unknown to myself and others.

For this day, I pause, to dwell in gratefulness. May I give from all that I have been given, from fullness, and possibility, and old fashion hope.