Every day is a learnin' experience...as I'm sure you know. Most recently I've been struck by my own place in the universe, that tiny space between my soul and the cosmos, this cyberspace of my journey, my alone whisper of time, the in-out of my breath that mingles with an unseen mist, the perpetual aspect of my own energy...always returning exactly what I send forth.Energy. My year has been focused on energy. In the pool where I swim daily, I can watch the resulting pattern on the ceiling made by the energy of the sun and people splashing and moving in the water. In the pool of my life, I can look back, way back now, and see how what I pushed out, truly did return.
There is something to be said about gratitude, however it's not exactly what I thought at first. I wondered how I could be grateful when the trials and tribulations in my life had been so very nasty, sad and scary. What could there possibly be to be grateful for, I wondered. I couldn't seem to substaniate time to spend being grateful for what seemed so insignificant in my giant mess of a life.
One day however I took up a habit in hopes it would lead me closer to wisdom. Every night, well almost every night, before I fall asleep I thank the Great Spirit and the Lord and the Universe, to cover all my bases, for whatever comes to mind. Sometimes it's people, friend and foe, sometimes it's to pray for little things like the bunnies on the university campus or the dolphins in the ocean. I have come to find that there is a simple grace about it all. What is returning seems to be peace of mind and heart, the knowledge that I took some time, albeit very small in the big scheme of it all, to acknowledge something other than myself. I stood still and quiet long enough to observe and be thankful. It has made me feel alive and connected to a purpose being grateful for those things like fairness, reality, nature and such that truly make me who I am within. How else do I acknowledge my own spirit if I can't see any other?
My gratitude has softened me and is slowing me down so I have time to smell the flowers now and then. The world is beginning to look very different because I'm beginning to feel more a part of it all. Now when I try to comprehend the wee tiny spec of dust I am in the vastness of the universe, it further confirms my long-held belief that this world is simply an atom in someone else's coffee table. For me, it's as true as any other theory to date.

