Hey Hey now… Sometimes I just wonder why we all aren’t standing up and yelling, “I’m MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE!”
The people who are supposed to be helping us, the general populous, (protect and serve? feeling served?) are instead bending us over and the courtesy of the reach around is only to grab what they can from the front… Occupy the parks and wrecks, tent cities rising up only because a lot of people have no where to live and no hope of living.
So what the F do I have to be grateful for? A loving family… Yep; check that! A roof over my head? Yep, can’t afford one but none-the-less, I’m living under one… Family healthy and fed? Yep, check that. That is a whole lot to be grateful for!!!
And there’s my boy, asleep over my left shoulder as I write this – looking peaceful… I’m grateful for the grace I see there.
And? I’m grateful for the daily, moment to moment practice-to breathe like a yogi… breathe peacefully into the places of resistance. The places where I am hard. I aspire to be a coffee bean (another time) and I am grateful that there are people in my life willing to walk beside me and guide me towards the inner yogi that I am… we all are.
With a little help from my friends, I get by 😉