Here I sit in my sauna on Thanksgiving afternoon, less than an hour before guests arrive, wondering what would be helpful to say in tomorrow’s blog.
And it is this…
Where there is appreciation, there is magic.
Eight days ago, I arrived back home after five weeks away. I felt pretty spent, my house in disarray due to my contractor’s family emergency, only three days until my daughter was to arrive with her four-legged children, and all I really wanted to do was snuggle with M.
I decided to deal with all of it with as much appreciation as possible – for the stack of mail, for the disarray of hardware pieces, seemingly here, there and everywhere and for the emails and errands and curtains to be hung as we prepared for Jas’s arrival.
When I was bone-tired and needed to rest, I was thankful that I could actually take a nap.
Going through the stacks of unopened mail, I was thankful that I had the ability to pay the bills and deal with the mishmash.
Preparing for my daughter’s arrival, I was thankful to remember that connection matters more than anything. And while she would appreciate her big fluffy bed prepared with love and she wouldn’t have judgment about the state of anything else.
Keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Stay in your practice, Valentyne.
That was my process.
Appreciate everything.
Today, I woke up early to our very first snowfall. As I write this, we have over a foot of snow and I’m not sure who is more excited, me or the dogs!
As I stepped outside early this morning, I heard the words Where there is appreciation, there is availability to magic.
Tears of joy hit my face, along with the snowflakes.
My body felt happy, grounded and relaxed.
I played in the snow and I had a nap and dog kisses, flew down the hill on the toboggan with M, baked pies with Jas, and now happily sit in my sauna for a little energy boost before our guests arrive.
Nothing is perfectly in place, yet everything feels deliciously perfect.
And for that, I am truly grateful.
As I’m writing this on Thanksgiving Day, I will leave you with this thought:
What if we could practice applying appreciation, not only to the good stuff, but to the hard and sometimes tiring stuff, and make it such a practice that it becomes as expected in our lives as adding salt to mashed potatoes?
Love + Magic,
Amber