It's Victoria Day weekend here in Canada. There are celebrations and fireworks going off all around my neighbourhood. I bet you're wondering what that's got to do with graditude or giggles - or anything really. Here's the thing...I just caught myself in a profound sense of graditude. I'm extremely blessed and grateful that the whistles and blasts outside my window are from fireworks and celebration and not from guns, bombs and missiles.
How lucky am I to find myself able to go to bed and wake up without fear where millions on this planet, this day, cannot do the same?
How lucky am I that I can walk down my street without fear of assault or of coming home to find I no longer have a home because it has been torn apart by war?
I am extremely lucky, blessed and most of all profoundly grateful. I'm even happy that I caught myself in this moment of gratitude because it has made me truly appreciate all I have. My life is not elaborate but it is fortunate.
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