Giving Thanks for Small Things

The last few days I have been giving thanks for things most people take for granted. Thanks that I can walk from my apartment to my truck without stopping to rest three or four times. Thanks that I can climb a flight of stairs without gasping for breath. Thanks that I now only need three pillows beneath my head at night rather than six.

Just a week ago, I was calculating my every move, wondering if a short distance was too far, if I would be able to carry my dirty clothes to the laundry room or a bag of groceries a half block to my doorstep, if just getting dressed would leave me exhausted.

I’m not yet biking or hiking or surfing again, but at least these simple tasks are becoming less difficult.

Is it the diet of brown rice, beans, collard greens, black sesame seeds, kale, cucumbers, celery, and vinegar water? Is it the “squeeze machine” treatments I receive every morning that are supposed to force new blood vessels to form around my heart? Is it any one of the 16 supplements I’m taking? Is it the messages of reprogramming I’ve been sending my body? Every day in every way, I grow healthier, stronger, more vibrant, fully able to do all the functions my body was naturally meant to do, with every cell pulsating health, life, and vitality? Or is it that I catch myself smiling when I’m out and about in the world, for no apparent reason except that I’m at peace and everything appears beautiful to me?

I firmly believe that my body will heal itself and that I will be healthy, vibrant, and fully able to do all the little things and much, much bigger ones with ease. I close my eyes and see vitality filling every cell of my body. And so it is.