How is it that changing my energy
Changes my life?
How is it that altering my outlook,
Something so internal and invisible,
Changes the external
How is it that my inner landscape
Decides my outer experience?
I must run like a demon to gratitude
I must prise my hands off of sorrow
Break up with misery
Let the smile on the inside Make its way to my face.
I’m not entirely sure how to make that happen –
Except to be grateful! Grateful for wealth and for struggle
Grateful for light and for shadow
Grateful for the home that I live in
That I’m still here –
When others are not.
I’m grateful for the shop
That I can walk to
For mince pies and brandy butter and sausages wrapped in bacon
Grateful for a dear mother whose hands once made all of these
And grateful too that with A different kind of magic
Sometimes she cast dark spells and me into outer darkness.
I must be grateful for all of it
I must shed blame and shame
And sprinkle my own magic
Thank you, thank you, thank you.