In the vast wildness and fluidity of my emotions, I have permission to embody every single one. Then, with loud, generous, borderline obnoxious conviction, I exhale them all free. I notice…what wants to be stifled, what wants to resist, when do I recoil? I ask….what braces, tightens, squeezes my body, what clenches my jaw, or stops me from breathing? I acknowledge…what is heavy or infuriating, what keeps me doubting, or groping in the dark. I employ…the bright shimmer that brings lightness, connection and laughter, the gratitude that grounds me firmly, and keeps me rooted in a raging storm.

As my emotions rise and fall, shape-shift and transmute, the space I give them to swim and breathe while excommunicating judgement and the swirly story my mind wants to tell, this is the very space where truth lovingly steps forward. This is the space I hear the wisdom in a voice that is not mine, and merge with a strength that sometimes I forget is always there. This is the same place I know without question, my legacy, my purpose and the divine truth that we ALL are miraculous beyond measure, primed to divinely give and receive with all of our beautiful relations, if we can remember, if we can feel and know deeply two very simple things. We are never, ever alone, and we absolutely need each other.

Learn more about how to start your own gratitude practice in our guide.