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As We End this Year

December 22, 2020

As We End this Year

By Amba Gale

Let

the opportunity of these times

fill your heart with gratefulness.

Can you not see

that everything around you

is calling for a new perspective

and that you

are hungry for

learning the gifts being offered at this time?

Can you not see

that the world is calling

for you

to open your eyes,

open your heart,

be

generous with yourself

and, yes, with others, too

in new ways,

ways you now need to invent

and then step into.

Allow your sails to be filled with Grace.

It takes a grateful heart

alert

to all the gifts

which you are being given

in each moment.

Especially the gift of life.

Let go

of your expectations and assumptions.

Let go

of comparison as a way of life.

Let go

Of the need to have your life

Be just this way or that.

Let go

Of your “shoulds” and “oughts”

and maybe, even,

some of your promises.

Let go

of your need to fix everything and everyone

or help everything and everyone,

including and maybe, especially, yourself.

Turn the kaleidoscope through which you are looking just one notch.

Right or left, it does not matter.

Just one notch

and see the world with new eyes.

Listen the world with new heart.

Let your body be fluid enough and filled with joy.

Let Gratefulness be your new name.

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