Gratitude

Turning 33 and grateful for all the precious gifts & countless blessings that have come my way..

For the numerous lessons learnt, re-learnt and learning
For the awareness that life is a learning curve, ever evolving
For the ability to appreciate the minutiae of each day
For spiritual guides and divine intervention
For compassion, love and kindness that encompasses all

For the strength to pick up the pieces, cradle, nurture and carry on
For speedy recovery and miraculous healing
For forgiveness and the ability to trust
For silver linings and eternal optimism
For connections and chance meetings

For eyes of wonder and curiosity of a child
For inner wisdom when all seems to fail
For the ability to seek, reflect and introspect
For suffering, for it has brought about integrity, courage and conviction
For each sensory organ that makes me feel 'alive'

Thank you. Universe.

When The Trees Sing

When the trees sing,
It doesn't really matter
If you know the song,
Or if you know the words,
Or even if you know the tune.
What really matters is knowing
That the trees are singing at all.

The Summer Day by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?


(Sent to me by my wonderful friend- Kaizad Cassad)