Every moment is a gift....

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I enjoy sitting outside as the sun comes up and allow my thoughts to flow into the journal. A thermos of hot Turkish coffee allows me to sip the strong bitter flavor. This has been a ritual for many years. 

Each morning, it's a feeling of  gratitude to be part of a new day and just before I fall asleep,  I express deep gratitude for having lived another day. It has not always been this way. I suffered more than half my life, from depression, low self-esteem and attempted suicide several times. The last time, being in 1978. A  force greater than myself, had other plans for my life. I learned to forgive and heal and have been an instrument  that has touched many people's lives in positive ways. For a while, I was a Hospice volunteer. My life is no longer about me, (it never was, it took me longer to figure that out) My ambitions to establish a name for myself, has been put aside and replaced by things that  have become more important to me.
 
When I say that my life is complete, nothing is missing and I have no regrets, I mean it.  I don't think about the past, or the future either. I live as much as I can in the present. 

NAMASTE.................................