Philosophy begins in wonder. Plato
As I completed my practice session playing Matka Boska, a tribute to my mother, to all Mothers, a sense of gratitude overwhelmed. Gratitude for life, gratitude for the love my Mother gave me, gratitude for the gifts of living, laughter and art that so many have shared with me.
Gratitude as the frame for my day, keeps me present, grounded, and awake to the presence of so much that life has to offer Grateful that my body still has fine motor control to play, that my mind can recall what to play, and that my heart still cares. One precious breath at a time I can wake up and listen for what life needs.
The new day is upon me. Time to go and marvel at the beauty and wonder of another opportunity to watch the sunrise from the bottom of the sea.