I feel like an eighteenth century writer when I say “My heart is full.”, but it is.
As I try to express how thankful I am to be alive, when I try to explain to the silent room how thankful I am for the life I have lived and the experiences I have traveled stumbled through, 
the sun though hours away shines into my heart and warms every corner of it.
I am not the body. I am not even the mind….it makes sense now. I am not the body. I am not the mind.
I am more and yet less.
I am that inner source of energy, that flame, that invisible power that You, Oh Father God borned in me at birth and that at least for this minute or two glows undeniably within me.
I can do anything.
I can master anything.
I can become anything.
I have the power.
You have given me each of these days to grow into the end results of Your Dreams for me. And at least for this moment, I have no doubt that I will. Thank you Father God. Thank you a million times over…for this awareness…for this day… for this life. And I vow to share it! And bloom.