Woke up this morning grateful, smiling at the world. Life may not be perfect—no one is—and complicated sometimes but it is simple: we are here, breathing, living, laughing, dancing and making it through, like a mermaid dancing the hula on a Hawaiian beach.
The Almighty always has a purpose. We may not see it or touch it, but we walk within it under His carefully guided grace and watchful eyes.
So rock your day and your week the best way you can, as you see fit. Tomorrow is another day, and it always looks promising as life is for the living.
The thing about grief—the journey you involuntarily find yourself in—is that the time for condolences comes with an expiration date. There is a limit to those moments of bereavement that come pouring in like an avalanche of discarded, almost robotic messages, when everyone seems to care, or is genuinely concerned, or pretends to be—about your well-being, your state of mind, your spirituality.
The first hours, days, weeks, and months become a blur. It feels like a game of soccer, or maybe ping-pong, where the ball goes up and down only to return to the same place where it started. The most disappointing part of this game is when some you believed cared enough don’t even try to check on you. And yet, there are those you least expect, appearing out of nowhere, calling just for the sake of calling—to see if you’re okay.
They don’t always say much, but they say enough for you to understand their intentions.
I have come to value these sporadic conversations. They can feel “annoying” sometimes, as I struggle to pick up the phone, but I do it anyway—because I don’t want to postpone the interruption. Either I answer now or deal with it later. Why put it off?
I am grateful for them. I welcome them. They make the nights and days less heavy. For a moment, I don’t feel like a lost bird. The house feels full.
Be grateful for the quiet blessings, the unseen gifts of each day. Notice the way sunlight spills through the window, how the wind hums softly through the trees, or how a single flower blooms unnoticed by the world. Let the laughter of friends, the kindness of strangers, and the gentle rhythm of your own breath remind you that life is full of miracles tucked into ordinary moments.
Be present to the warmth of a cup of tea, the comfort of a favorite song, the softness of a loved one’s touch. Cherish the pauses, the silences, the gentle spaces between one heartbeat and the next—they carry a stillness that speaks louder than words. Gratitude is not just an act, but a lens: it turns fleeting moments into treasures, ordinary days into quiet celebrations, and the blur of life into a river that carries you with grace. Offer thanks often, not only for what is grand or visible, but for the small, invisible threads that weave your days together, and watch as the universe echoes your gratitude back, softly, insistently, beautifully.
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