The aroma of life is a heady one, the stuff of banquets. We need not starve ourselves with conditions, certain ways to partake. Why save it all up for a Thanksgiving dinner eaten off plates used once a year?
Is the every day celebration of being alive not enough? What has more worth?
The zest of life is in each moment—such a heady aroma–free of conditions and expectations. Only we bring those to the table. Why not partake of the banquet as delivered?
Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.
It turns what we have into enough, and more.
And the best part? Life delivers daily.