Its January 2. Happy New Year!
Here I am, alive and kicking. Another year. And I didn't do anything to earn or deserve it except open my eyes yet again. Another day. Another year.
Buddhist say that being granted a life is as rare as if someone had picked one grain of sand up on an immense beach and that grain of sand was you.
So I am grateful to God and the universe that somehow, someway, someplace, I got picked.
Namaste and Blessings to you for the year.
1 comment:
Blessings to you, Asana Bear. I bet it's snowing at your house today.
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