Beautiful, magical October light today in Hemer Park.

As I was walking, having a deep conversation with Abby, I asked her, “Why not just be grateful for everything?”

She agreed that this would be a wonderful idea. For her, it was quite simple: grateful for life, for a beautiful walk in the park and dinner waiting for her at home. Mostly, Abby is grateful for simply everything.

She has the answer. I mentioned to her – and the Mother – and the Spirit – some of the things I am grateful for: my life, my friends, the sun, the trees – but it boiled down to being grateful for everything.

Spending too much money this week (car repairs and so on) – who cares. I am so grateful that I have the money – and, for all that, that I have a car.

But all of this was the minor stuff. Here’s where my real gratitude is: that there is love. It’s everywhere. It surrounds me. I am merely a small piece of that puzzle that is light and love. I remember reading somewhere a long time ago, “You don’t have to go looking for love if it is where you come from.”

I think this was the feeling rushing through me. I don’t need someone to love me. I do need to pour it out and give it – I am, after all, simply a conduit.

And so I walked through the park, loving Abby, loving Simon, loving all my beautiful friends (Coven shout-out!) – loving the world, really.

And with that, looking at the ways I can contribute – the ways I do and more ways that are opening up for me. And so I will do that.

It was a good walk in the woods.

About goodyniosi

Writer, avid(!!!) hiker - living life to the fullest. Love, life, bliss - getting high on getting high (in the alpine that is)
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