I sit here in this moment . . . reflecting upon the bounty of my existence . . . as I reflect here in this present moment I am overflowed with gratitude and awe!! My son has just participated in the first part of his High School Graduation Ceremonies, and I find myself more emotional than I had thought . . . I reflect on places I've been . . . the experiences that have taught me much through joy and gladness as well as the experiences that have taught me much through pain and anguish . . . as I sit here and bring my thoughts back to this present moment, I embrace the emotion of this moment . . .
There is always a sadness, a catch of breath, an anticipation that permeates in that pause between when one chapter closes and the new chapter begins . . . I find myself transitioning between this place of primary caregiver and mommy to young dependent children to confidant and experienced elder of adult children. As I allow this present moment to integrate this new aspect of my reality I am encompassed with a knowing that all is well . . . this moment, right here, right now is all that I have . . . it's all that I've ever had!
I embrace this moment and allow the joy within my being to infuse every part of my physical body and I humbly bow and give thanks to this process of physical creation . . . how lovely when the divine and the physical mind meet and intertwine! In this moment, ALL is well, ALL is exactly as it should be, ALL is perfect, whole and complete! In this moment I perpetually suspend gratitude and omnipotent knowing!
In all things I give eternal thanks for this moment of my BEing . . .
I have always been a gypsy at heart. I am "HOME' wherever I am :) I love life and all that comes with the experience of living . . . as the years continue to cycle, I am realizing that the ups and downs we experience are powerful indicators of where I am and who I have become!
I am the single mother of 4 beautiful and uniquely individual children. I am an entrepreneur, a daughter, a sister and a lover of the mysteries of life . . .