What is gratitude, my loves?
Is it a sense of immeasurable joy, a light to permeate all depths of darkness?
Does it lift, does it transform? Does it raise the level of warmth within – opening the heart to the cadence of soul?
And bearing the mark of unimaginable wound, does she whisper yet the promises of hope…of resilience, of belief, of rising again?
Does she cast her form through misted veil? Beckoning the boundlessness of silent pause and the courage to challenge ‘all that is real.’
And, daring us to live this life fully.
In peace, my loves…
Namaste ❤️