My last full day in Florence. Although happy to be going home, I woke up a little sad. What a strange combination, this melancholy I feel from time to time. But it is short lived when I remember to be grateful and remember how my mom started each day being grateful for her family and friends, health, life, and faith.
When I greet the day with praise and thanksgiving, I am less apt to walk around in a cloud of fear and self-pity. Expressing gratitude moves me from head to heart, where God resides.
I am reminded of this by Richard Rohr: A mystic is simply one who has moved from mere belief or belonging systems to actual inner experience of God.
When I greet the day with praise and thanksgiving, I am less apt to walk around in a cloud of fear and self-pity. Expressing gratitude moves me from head to heart, where God resides.
I am reminded of this by Richard Rohr: A mystic is simply one who has moved from mere belief or belonging systems to actual inner experience of God.
Looking toward Ponte St. Trinita.
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