Tonight I am grateful for baby sleep magic… the way my kid passing out sucks me into the waking dream and I have about eight seconds to decide if I’m going to get up or not. I am grateful my life doesn’t fall apart for how many times I choose to surrender to sleep.

I am grateful not to be rushing ahead with my work and listening to the call of the universe to give myself room to uplevel internally. I am grateful for the tarot card that apparently didn’t make it into the bag yesterday and was in the bed with me this morning when I woke up. I’m grateful for the message of endless love flowing from rainbow heart.

I love how many baths and showers I have, the luxury of running water, and that for me this ritual of cleansing is really about clearing charge from my absorbent flesh suit… much more so than getting dirt off my skin.

I love how thirty seconds of dancing can completely shift my mood.

I love that my right ankle aches and how the body speaks of old traumas and new ones and there are these points of intersection that speak to the patterns in our lives if we are only willing to listen.

I am grateful for the movement in my hips and how deeply I must be sleeping these days since I have that old but familiar pain in my pubic bone, the one that came after splitting open to allow another human onto the planet. I am grateful to feel patient with my healing. I am grateful that the body will renew itself if the mind doesn’t get in the way.