It's funny, but I'm trying to breakthrough into my spiritual side again. I've missed it. Taking those small moments, in-between the chaos and sensory overload, to notice and feel all that's around me. It's not easy to do. 

Every day that drifts by is a day that I get to be here. On this Earth, in this particular reality. I'm alive, my heart beats strongly and passionately. I'm extremely lucky to be living my life. I should always appreciate what my elders and ancestors have done for me, to make me this strong, to make me this intelligent, to give me character and humor and bravery and an ambition to live boldly. My grandmothers and their grandmothers, my grandfathers and their grandfathers have played a role and lived a life that led to mine. And for me to look in the mirror and ever see anything less than someone who is lovely and worthy and wonderful is to scoff at them and forsake them and what they went through to get me here. I feel immense gratitude and pride in all of the journeys, past and present, on this Mother's Day weekend.