My dog, Sage, and I have been frequent fliers to the vet lately. We have been in to see the veterinarian three times in the last week. The last trip to the vet, amounted in a steroid injection to treat a severe allergic reaction. As Sage lays on the floor next to me, passed out, from lack of sleep due to the previous night’s scare that kept us both up all night, my heart is filled with gratitude.
I sit with my hand on his head, thankful for health that I take for granted so often. I realize that I see health as an expected guarantee, not the blessing that it is. Only when it threatens to be taken away, I find myself truly thankful for what I have.
I long for the day that I can constantly sit with a heart full of thanks, simply because I am conscious of the present moment.
Do Your Om Thing 