Can we ever really be lost? Distractions, daily life and the mundane minutes have so much value. Aware of holding gratitude and wishing it was more automatic. Sometimes, when we don't get our breath fast enough while emerging from a deep dive, its hard to feel gratitude each moment. Forgetting gratitude and roots it a teeter-tatter event, and you are always on display. As time propels its self forward, imagery and constant retrospect of the chain of events that got you to your space play in overdrive. Always balance, always; out of tragedy will come miracles, and even the most amazing things have to come to end? Or do they? By expecting amazing is that a manifestation of future events to come or is that the inevitable "all good thing must come to an end?" Who said that anyway... I don't just expect amazing I know it and live it every day in full gratitude no matter the obstacle!
