Everyday I make an effort to consciously think about and give thanks for the bounty in my life. There is the love of friends and family, my good health. I am sheltered and fed each day. Beauty is an ever present emanation of Love and I see it everywhere. Kindness abounds and I recognize it eagerly. Sure, I have experienced some cruelties, but the majority of experiences I have had I have named gentle gifts given to me for learning's sake. The heartbreak I have felt, the disappointment with which I have wrestled, the wretchedness I have worn, the sorrow I have carried have all served somehow to lift my consciousness in the end. I survived what didn't kill me, and I suppose I am stronger for it. Most people with whom I have related have been gracious encounters with benevolence. And even when they seemingly were not that, I have been able to see through to that which is called goodness. For this, I feel grateful.
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I am blessed by the beneficence of Life. Thankful to be on the receiving end of Its grace, I recognize the magnificence of order and beauty. Always one to embrace the lovely side of life (as opposed to the icky), I am grateful that most things I have witnessed have been signs and emanations of the generosity of Life. I do not deny the chaos, as I see that creation is a reflection of that. I just am happy to be on the receiving end of the ordered birth.
Even in the midst of what looks like craziness, there is bounty. I choose to prioritize what I recognize. I do not deny the ugliness - the end result of things gone awry, the curse of greed that we have all been afflicted with and affected by, the pursuing of endless things to feed a hunger created by a lost memory of who we are and what really matters. Instead, I look for the bounty, the abundance, the fullness, the signs that Life is more good than any other thing, and I know that we have a hand in making that goodness manifest.