Gratitude Journal May 2024

 Leipzig  9 May 2024

I'm so incredibly grateful for my powerful, beautiful, tender heart. The anchor within me. The home I finally discovered. The greatest gift I’ve ever received. The soft glow that shines from the inside out.

I'm grateful for the mesmerising, graceful clouds. Drifting serene on a sea of deep blue vastness. My worries vanish into the ether. Lost in tranquil magic I don’t wish to understand, just witness.

I'm grateful for socks. Thick warm bamboo sox. Soft, cushioned protection from the frigid wind and biting frost. Impervious to odour even after a week. Oh how did I ever live without you my precious ones...

I'm grateful for slow Sunday morning sleep ins. Laying in bed idly without a care. Revelling in the joy of laziness. Thumbing my nose at the weekday alarm clock. I will do exactly as I please... until tomorrow.

I'm grateful for the pendulum swing of life. The endless rhythm of calm and chaos, light and dark, feminine and masculine. The thankful impermanence that gives meaning to the positive and reprieve from the negative. If only I could learn this mystical art of swimming with the flow, that sounds superb but seems impossible in practice. Oh, I'll just wait a while then.

I'm grateful for dancing. In the lounge room with a friend, at a party with drinks, in the kitchen while cooking solo, at a rave bouncing, throbbing, whooping in unison. The wild, therapeutic endorphin release. Burning off all that energy. Sheer unadulterated joy, total abandon, freedom, tribal, electric, hypnotic, quixotic, erotic, melodic, cathartic, atomic, narcotic, shamanic.

I'm grateful for friendships. The deep, honest, nurturing connections. The ones who make me feel free to be my vulnerable, authentic self without a hint of judgement. The ones who are warm, safe, kind, tender, sweet and funny. The ones who make jokes at my expense from a place of love and playfulness. The ones who see the best and worst in my and still decide I'm worthy of their heart.

I'm grateful for parks. Oasis of nature in a concrete jungle. Refuge for my soul. Shelter for birds and critters galore. Sanctuary for the lost and disillusioned. Haven for my dreams on a warm sunny day, as I lay in the long grass peering up at sunlight dancing through the leaves. Oh bring me back to commune with Pachamama once again.

I'm grateful for chocolate my sweet delicious lover. Wait, you've done this one before. So, I can be grateful as many times as I like. It is the reason for existence. Surely that's an exaggeration? Says who? The great spirit blessed us with cocoa for a reason. Enlightenment is found in its union with our taste buds. You've lost your mind! No, just the box, have you seen it?

I'm grateful for writing. What would I do without this exquisite form of expression? How would I live without the ability to create meaning and mirth out of thin air. A companion on my journeys. A window to my soul. A vent for my imagination. A release for my pent up emotions. A repository for my speculation. An opportunity to communicate to countless others the weirdness of my rambling mind.

I'm grateful for sleep. I think it's time now.