Have you ever had those moments of gratitude so big that you feel it in your heart, in the center of your chest? So big that sometimes if overflows onto your cheeks in unexpected tears.
I am not religious, but I am spiritual. These are my moments of grace. I’ve been thinking a lot about where these moments come from, as they come with increasing frequency to free my soul.
In my first days in New Zealand, a woman asked me where I was from. I replied, “Montana. I think it’s one of the most beautiful places on earth.” She said, “Why did you have to come here then?”
Being here in this beautiful country is one of my paths to grace. Because I have the good fortune to know what makes me happy: mountain ranges rising, waves breaking, sunsets on lonely peaks, sunrises on snow. Good friends to share these with, a tired body, a quiet mind.
Because I’m drawn to the things that inspire awe in me, the heartbreakingly beautiful things, and the ones that require me to work for them. These things feed my soul.
I had a conversation with a good friend of mine a couple of years ago that I think about often. We were driving home after a beautiful day of backcountry skiing in the mountains outside of Bozeman, Montana. We talked about how lucky we were to have identified something that makes us so happy, and how grateful we were to have the means and the time to go and do that thing.
I’ve discovered that the common denominator in my waves of grace is this one thing: gratitude. I know every day that I am so incredibly lucky to have the means to go and do the things that make my soul come alive.
I believe that if we are lucky enough to have found those things that we know make us happy, if we are lucky enough to have the means to go toward them, then we are blessed indeed.
I have been living a waking dream these last months, and I am grateful every day. I revel in these moments of grace.