I am discovering that gratitude lives in all the parts of my body, not  just in my heart. My feet are grateful for warm clean socks, to walk the  narrow path by the roadway, to feel sand between my toes.
My body is grateful for being warm, for a good nights sleep, for a  breakfast I would never make myself, hot turkey eggy bready thing  seeming to be most delicious and nourishing thing I have ever eaten.
My hands are grateful to write. It is so different not using a pen but  to tap out the letters on the keyboard, I notice my writing is much  slower, yet keeps up with my thoughts. My hands are grateful to touch  Chips, feeling the warm pulse where his thumb joins his palm, the quiet  connection as we each are absorbed in our thoughts.
I am discovering that my eyes are grateful, from seeing the stark cement  and asphalt that makes up San Francisco to truly appreciating the  colors and textures here, the mossy greens and golden sunsets, the rich  browns of the dorm room beams, the way the stain glass changes every  time I walk up the stairs.
My ears are grateful for the silence, for the rest from constant  chatter, the radio, the tv, of having to listen closely to every word a  client says, every nuance in the cats meow. I didn't realize my ears  were tired until they could just rest in the quiet.
My throat is grateful too. All day long I talk and talk,whether giving  my students a four hour lecture or conversing with my clients, catching  Chip up on the details of the day, practicing French with Amber. My  mouth appreciates whispering, smiling, my tongue being still, content to  rest in it's bed, a lazy day weekend feeling in my teeth.
I am discovering gratitude in my brain, flashes of insights like  fireflies in the dusk, prayers and blessings running through my mind  like a gentle stream, with no need to try to catch and bottle each  essence, trusting that the source will continue to flow.
My bones are filled with appreciation, for creating structure in my  life, my joints grateful for being flexible. I notice my spine loving  the cushions, the couch, for being fully supported while relaxing into  the ease of each moment.
And yes, I am discovering gratitude in my heart. What it means to be  grateful, to be great and to be full. I notice my heart feels calm and  peaceful, safe in my chest, open to possibility and expanding in  awareness with each pulse, each breath.
Blessed be.
