I find gratitude in time! It gives me weightlessness, assures my present and undoubtedly, surprisingly carefree future on the land, sea, and beyond the gravitational boomerang, moving through unknown space colliding into all sources of muses, with gratitude. Gratitude today and going forward forever. Wow!

Yesterday I didn’t. I knew then life was beautiful as a natural being. That hadn’t escaped me. Also I was knowing good fortune having clothing, food shelter, flip flops and silver jewelry. But there it was 20 minutes ago! Gratitude for my being and having muses. That brings tears of joy. My signature floated free today having embodied the Joy, the final cascading ribbon of essential in Love Peace, Harmony Joy. I have noticed feeling more tears of joy. Feelings I’d had associated with loss for instance have changed to gratitude for being love, loved, being in love, being loved.

When living in flippancy I go through motions. But when living with gratitude for my ’Pivotals’ I am with their power to enthuse and rile, communicate. Making them the very special lovers, teachers, human and nonhuman family of my existence. I have accepted Ganesh, I am full of gratitude for your powerful writing spirit. I felt sprayed from its trunk with a voice passing through me with assurance of expression and teachings at once.

Passing through, inhabiting bodies in their billions, 100’s, or single digits. These Pivotals, quiet or raucous, radiate sometimes in wet colored pencils on watercolor paper, my fun filled imagination of endless transparencies. Or like spidery fibers fall down on me swaying beyond me. I am in a wild, ever expanding, but assuredly penetrating, collaboration to continue building an ageless scaffolding. Gratitude here, for allowing me to transcend to the home of souls. That’s going to be some party when I get there, many pairs of flip flops later. The whose who of unconditional lovers. Will I be invited in if they’re rubber?

I have taken to looking up, being up over canopies, clouds, sun rays, birds, rain, the moon, military helicopters, double engine planes, a data tower, the car headlight peering into nests in boughs of trees, a fixed seen sky and behind what I can’t see is a reckless universe moving within patterns of fractals creating a safety net for which I am held in with gratitude.

Gratitude is the house serving as my well dressed spirit guides through the 3D life of dogmatic service, abandoned dreams of using my body as an instrument of creating song. Family’s journey’s sometimes funny, quirky, always creating feelings radiating from the void, so to speak a laboratory of universal partnerships.

Pivotals are beings of great company with wings and bridles, carriages, transporting guides to and through spacings and to other dimensions. Metamorphosing inner blocks one step at a time, synching to fuel my flight without limits, versus tripping on self made rungs.

These pivotals are deliverers of spiritual fanciful forces. We hold each other deep, forever. Is this not gratitude? I share gratitude with my teachers, lovers, contemplators, explorers, adventurers, empathic compassionates, muses living from a full space, even a small space able to be seen and to see. These individual pivotals have an unknown, unquantifiable, deep generosity with love.

It is through gratitude that I can see other realms of being. It’s exciting, it’s great company. It is these pivotal earnest lives who penetrate my past, transforming my now, sharing with me their intense expression of art, yoga, healing, bravery to recreate worlds for many to thrive in.

These players are powerful influences affecting mother earth and her nests of universes. Sharing in protection. Protecting her, shaping the way to and through higher dimensions.