Hello and happy Sunday.
If you've lost track of the days like me,
Yes,
It is Sunday.
And this day specifically is Easter Sunday.
And what a great thing to be losing track of days,
I think.
It seems we only do that during our holidays on vacation.
And a few years ago I decided to stop living for the weekend and to just enjoy every day.
I paused to reflect on why does Monday get to get all the hatred and the unfortunate feelings.
And why is Saturday called the good day or the day we look forward to.
And I get it.
It's all around work and going to work.
But isn't every day deserving of gratitude if we wake up and we can breathe deeply?
And maybe we have someone beside us,
But maybe we are alone and that's a beautiful thing as well.
Maybe we have an animal that shares life with us.
Maybe we have some friends that love us.
And we have shelter and food.
I believe in miracles.
I'm kind of like Alice in Wonderland and the Mad Hatter.
I believe they're possible at any time and at any moment.
And I refuse to believe otherwise.
And if you doubt miracles happen,
If someone had said to you at the start of this year that this would be a year that the world would shut down,
That every store and restaurant would be closed,
And that you would be asked to stay inside,
To stay with maybe a loved one or two,
And you wouldn't have believed it.
You wouldn't have thought it was possible.
And so miracles do happen.
They just require a lot of belief and trust when it seems like nothing else is possible.
And the mind is kind of devious.
I like to think of it as kind of like a child who's been given no rules and no boundaries and is very spoiled.
They get everything they want at any time,
Every toy,
Every distraction,
And they're pleased only for a moment until they see the next thing.
And then they want that.
And we don't blame the child.
We usually look to the adults and who's in charge.
And so the mind is the same.
If your mind has been allowed,
Like a child,
To run around with no boundaries,
To be distracted by every new flashy thing,
Then there are no rules.
And at times like this,
It might be throwing a temper tantrum,
Kicking and screaming.
And so now it's your time to be the adult with compassion and with love,
To begin to set the boundaries,
To begin to set the guidelines to train it,
To focus and believe in miracles and in love,
To focus and believe on all that you have and all that you are.
And as you guide it that way,
It is truly with love and with compassion,
Talking to it kindly,
Never forcing or being aggressive on yourself,
But just reminding yourself.
It is so much more peaceful to focus on all that you are and all that you have in this moment and in this breath than on what you imagine you're missing out on.
I'll share this one short story with you,
And then I will let you get on and enjoy your day.
There is a story of an old Navajo grandfather who says to his grandson one day,
Inside of me are two wolves,
Always fighting.
One wolf is filled with fear,
Anger,
Jealousy,
Regret,
And insecurity.
The other wolf is filled with love,
Compassion,
Deep joy and peace,
Gratitude and generosity.
But which one will win,
Asks the grandson.
And the grandfather replies,
The one I feed.
Which wolf are you feeding,
Love or fear?
Where there is love,
There is no fear.
And where there is fear,
There is no love.
I realize love is the power that heals me and everyone around me.
Love is my life,
My sustenance.
If I want to receive love,
I must give it,
Where reciprocity keeps the flow of love alive.
Have a beautiful day,
Everyone.
Love and deep peace.
