My last post left some residual inspiration for gratitude, and I spontaneously wrote this opening to my Morning Pages this morning.
Thank you, journal, for all of these blank pages, and thank you for existing–thanks to all, from the person who made you, to the hundreds of years of history that brought about written language and the practice of journaling, to the millions of years of evolutions that brought about human beings with all of our wonders and curiosities, and to all of the myriad conditions of the universe that made these moments of writing open wide. I’m grateful for all of it, even the very painful moments that I write down at times. This moment is not those moments, but it would not have come to be without them.
May I continue to see all of these aspects of my journal with the diamond eye that really sees things as they are.
May this inspire you in your own practice of gratitude.
A bow with hands together: gassho!
On the Way 
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