One of my favorite childhood memories is staying with my Grandmother and living her simple life close to the earth. After a day of cooking and gardening and walking and being with friends, she would always get on her knees to pray before going into dreamtime. Similarly, i must breathe in through our one heart and write out this prayer before i can close my eyes at day’s end… Today, i witness so much and at moments it is hard to bare, and yet, i’m still breathing thanksgiving with every breath which somehow inspires continuing onward…

each breath a prayer

every step a thanksgiving

living from the heart