Sitting here amidst the rain drops, savouring rich decadent desserts, writing by candle light, romanticized by the beauty of it all.

The comings and goings of others, happenings all around and within it all…. I am that I am. A feeling of sensuality arises. My senses are heightened. I am lost inside of this moment. A moment that gifts me with awe and wonder.

How is it that inside this very moment “here” I am? How did this become my life? When was the moment it all began? How is it that I had happened upon this journey in such a way that it had all gone unnoticed?

Looking out at lush fields dancing inside of the gifts of rain I’d sink a little deeper. My heart would expand, I’d feel into the truth of it all and say yes, “YES, I am that I am” and I would celebrate here by candle light all night long.

Inside of the celebration I would be gently reminded that it is so easy to loose hope inside of our days, to forget or become blind to how far we have already come. We fail to notice the exceptional lives we have created when we are amongst the trauma and tragedy that life also carries with it.

And I soften a little deeper to those times that I have wandered around lost, having forgotten these very gifts and blind to what may yet be waiting and I say “thank you for it all”.

It was in those moments that tenacity and steadfastness were cultivated, compassion and desire were strengthened and I became the truest version there was of me.

I am that I am with thanks to all that I have been.