what i'm thankful for

GRATITUDE is the governing attitude of my life. no matter what happens, i stay in a constant state of giving thanks. i know that whatever i'm going through could easily be worse and that all things happen to teach us something — accept the lesson, experience growth. reject the lesson and you will stay stuck, of this i am sure.

with thanksgiving being two days away, everyone is in conversation about what they're most thankful for. while my list is quite extensive and ranges from my love for my family and friends to the extensive book collection i own, i want to talk about the single most important thing i'm giving thanks for this thanksgiving.

this thing has been a constant source of strength and inspiration. it has been the foundation of my peace, joy, and the love i give to myself and to others. it is the wealth of my life and my connection to all that is and will ever be.

i am talking about my spirituality.

spirituality is about being open and connected to spirit. it's about paying attention to your soul. when you live in the spirit and from the spirit, you understand that you are not alone. you know that your actions have a reciprocal affect in the universe. the energy you expend caring for your soul is sending the energy of love into the universe. and as you do this holy work, you inspire others to do the same.

the truth, as i see it, is that we are all trying to end our hurt. we intuitively know that this hurt is the source of our discontent. try as we might to end this pain, all attempts will be futile until we understand that we can only be healed by spiritual means. we suffer because we are unaware of our ability and responsibility to change our lives.

so as you give thanks for all of the beautiful blessings afforded to you thus far this year, remember to honor your spirit.

you are loved forever.

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