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The Honesty of Gratitude

 Each morning, shortly after I wake, I look up and say Thank You and that I am grateful.

 It may not seem like much of a morning prayer and it isn't meant to be. It is simply a recognition of the day and the centering of a part of me. I wonder on some days though how honest is my micro tithing to my higher power is?

(Now this is hard to follow, and is just something I consider)

 In my mind it helps to place myself in a place of accepting the gift of all the blessings I have received. It helps me also remember what is important to me and my true nature. I do it first thing in the morning because that is when I am least likely to be affected by my own over thinking. I am becoming all too aware of my natures and knowing that admit I need a little help in all of this.

  The thing that hit me though is that Gratitude is Honesty. It is hard to convince yourself that you are grateful for something that you are not. It opens up the honesty channel pretty quickly and to get to the gratitude area one has to think and use their heart at the same time. Balanced between the two though, the truth comes out and gratitude for even those things you cannot fathom you would be grateful for can come out. That is the learning, and that is when the gifts of all of this comes in as well.
  Looking in the mirror of ones character is not a pleasant task at times. People just don't want to do it, it is messy and ugly and you face things you thought were long removed from yourself. It is the peeling of layers and finding that what was indeed thought of as gone is merely disguised. Through being grateful though, the mirror reveals itself from within looking out. It is a mirror that shows the true self and reveals your layers in a different manner. The ugliness not so large, the solutions not so overwhelming. So instead of looking for my bad parts I am looking to what good parts it is that I am missing. (wow, I needed to edit this)
 I can say this now after a few years of work that it is true in my case. The gratitude changing the way my layers are organized, change and solutions taking the place of depression and blame.
Yesterdays returned to their rightful place, and so did the troubles - that I can do nothing about - go with them.
Tomorrows became a wonder again and a childlike magic has truly returned to my life. Someone told me long ago to never let the magic die, I understand that now more than ever, I am grateful for that.
Call it faith or magic, trust or enchantment, my gratitude is honesty in it's truest form, it is what it is and I am grateful, oh so grateful, to those who shared themselves to show me mine.







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