Tonight I am grateful for the comment I woke up to this morning that someone is taking pleasure or companionship in this new public endeavor. I love that last night I wondered if this is what I need to be doing… and I love how when we let ourselves genuinely wonder, the universe sends a response. I love that my desire, even in the wondering, is to continue this practice somewhere not private.

I am grateful for the invitation I received over a year ago to join a gratitude email chain and that I stayed with it for many cycles and it literally changed my life, my being, my mode of perceiving and engaging with the world. I love that I can make that invitation in sharing this practice outloud.

I am grateful to be witnessed… in all the ways… I am grateful to be growing in detachment, able to surrender other people’s opinions as their own responsibility … yet also remarkably willing to FEEL … to celebrate, to grieve… to move shame and fear and excitement and pleasure through my body.

I am in love with my body… as imperfect and bunged up as it is. I am in love with my feet that right now tap to the beat. I am in love with my fingers that can move so fast. I love my lips that still taste like tea. I love my legs that groove me through the days… often quite gracefully… though sometimes rather haphazard and humorously. I love all the things there are to trip on everywhere and how being flattened against the ground is a sure sign I was drifting away and out of embodiment. I love coming back to my body and a willingness to feel enough not to disassociate.