Everyday I wake and walk this intriguing earth I am filled with wonder and gratitude. Gratitude that I wake, that I breathe, that I dwell in a form with presence of mind, with senses to absorb and take part in the beauty of life. Yesterday I was grateful for the company of good, honest men and women. Some graced with the wisdom of age others an understanding of the treachery of commercialism seeking to live a life beyond the yoke of an empty, greedy god of coin. I had the opportunity to bury a hatchet that has long caused grievous wound to myself and the community I move in and celebrate with feasting, wine, laughter and dancing. Today, I am grateful for the wind, although cold now, that rushes through the hillside of trees, a great ocean current carrying leaves off to dance and play. I am grateful for the gift of words that I can draw pictures full of sensory flavour that others may taste of my sated gratitude. Living in this way brings great happiness to me and, I believe, those around my glad heart.
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