10/04/2026
Writing my morning Daily Gratitude is like a surprise adventure. I never know where I will end up today. I don't know who will join my party 🥳 🎉
Today I ended up with an overwhelming sense of gratitude for my wonderful husband and the extended family I have chosen (commonly referred to as in-laws).
And all the people and circumstances that have been part of my wondrous journey so far, joined this quiet party on paper.
I realized how my definition of love has been changing over the years- and I'm eternally grateful for this profound shift.
Now, love is quiet- like the water that rises through the roots of a growing seed. The belief that it's there nourishing me, protecting me even when I can't see it.
Love is gratitude- an unconditional acceptance of what is, trusting the pace at which the seed sprouts and grows, no rushing, no judging, no questions asked.
Love is strength- to follow your path, like sunshine that shines with an inner steadiness, guided by its own compass, not swayed by the external changing weather.
And most of all, love is action- the act of embracing all parts and aspects of the journey, like the rain that embraces every plant with its life-giving power.
Returning again and again to write gratitude for the past is a loving action.
An act that softens the tiny kinks of dis-ease in the mind, those background apps in your phone that quietly drain the battery. A reminder of how far we have come becomes a fertiliser for joy- nourishing the invisible seeds of even greater abundance yet to bloom.
