Each of us can reflect on a moment of inspiration; something magnificent that stirred our heart, effecting an outpouring of gratitude. It may have been a fiery sunset, offering it’s comfort in the wake of a passing storm. Or, the way in which a caterpillar sits – waiting patiently for his imminent ascension. And as our gratitude deepens, it gives rise to joy.

Though, how do we sustain that which is fleeting? As new challenges arise, as they inevitably will, how do we remain open to an experience which can hasten our joy?

As children, we learn the ‘art of balance’ through heroic leaps – scurrying fearlessly to the highest point where the branches break to open sky. And, transfixed by a single patch of pale blue we believe – with one more stretch we can reach the clouds. Though we may feel fear, it does nothing to impede our quest for adventure. A child never worries over the matter of impermanence knowing the next pocket of joy is never too far from home.

Though as time progresses, so do our wounds. In time, our fear becoming greater than any ‘need’ might compel. If only we could appreciate our circumstances as they are truly intended – a catalyst to an endless stream; an awakening to our heart’s greatest joy.

“Gratitude,” Jack Kornfield writes, “is a gracious acknowledgment of all that sustains us, a bow to our blessings, both great and small. Gratitude is confidence in life itself. In it we feel how the same force that pushes grass through cracks in the sidewalk invigorates our own life. … Gratitude receives in wonder the myriad offers of rain and sunlight, the care that supports every single life.”

Between the leaves, the light playfully dances – encouraged by the promise of a flourishing rain. When we can finally see from the vantage of ‘sacred’, everything flows. Nothing is ever truly lost, rather – it becomes.

In peace, my sweet friends…

Namaste ❣