On our grateful walk at the Sugarloaf bridge,I offered gratitude for the courage to leave the well worn pathways of my mindto plunge intothe unexplored beauty of my heart.I’ve discovered my mind had become an unhealthy servant tofollowing belief pathways that I was taught and not that I had created.Built from fear,these pathways built outside of the heartwere taught to me to keep me “safe” from the darkness of this worldnot to teach me to free me from it.The irony of it is leaving the heartis what causes the darkness of the worldand in me following alongon fearful pathwaysI was led into my own shadows.In an effort to find a way out of my darkness,I followed artificial lightsthat offer ways...
On our recent grateful walks,
I’ve been feeling blessed to see
rainbows several days in a row.
I thought about how rainbows are formed by
light reflecting off the inside of a droplet of rain
allowing the human eye to see
the different wavelengths of beauty
that exist inside every drop of water.
It reminds me that even though we are all
small droplets in this sea of life,
when we shine our inner light,
transformations of beauty
happen right before our eyes.
May today find you
shining your light
and resonating with
wavelengths of beauty
so powerful
that tears of joy fill your eyes
and gratitude overflows your heart.
-Jenny and Bella
On our sunrise grateful walk yesterday,
I said gratitude for the sun rising
to let go of the darkness of the past.
May today find you letting go
of any darkness of the past
allowing your light within
to rise, shine and brighten
all that come upon your path.
-Jenny and Bella
On our grateful walk this morning,
I sat humbled with Bella
as my heart translated
the love and wisdom of Mother Nature.
She spoke of compassion with pink rays,
shined light through the shadows and
sent love through a heart-shaped cloud.
May today find
your mind quieting
to hear the heart’s translation
of life.
-Jenny and Bella
On our grateful walk, I took notice of my critical voice. For the first time, I allowed myself to sit with her in compassion. From this perspective, I became aware of why I still entertained her presence as this voice feels she can give me something to do to feel safe, liked and loved. My critical voice judges my appearance according to model standards yet that is not my profession and has nothing to do with what I find truly beautiful in someone. While I can appreciate the wrapping, it is the gifts on the inside that holds true beauty to me. My critical voice has judged my worth according to my bank account and materialistic possessions yet I’ve discovered...
