Gentle tears of gratitude...


Some gentle tears fall down my cheeks as I type this. I feel humbled. I feel uneasy. I feel grateful. I feel the need to share. In the space of a few hours I have received some rather unexpected compliments. Someone said that I had made a difference to our planet. Someone said that I was inspiring. Someone said thank you for my contributions and efforts. Someone said that I had made a difference to their lives and the way they see the world. Yet I feel very normal. I feel vulnerable. I feel ordinary. I don't feel particularly special in any way. I feel that perhaps I just honour what my instincts tell me do and am guided be my intuition? But surely this is something each of us can do?

And now I reflect. This morning as I lay tucked up in my warm bed contemplating staying there a little longer, contemplating staying cosy and warm all day, I thought of my Mum who by now would already be actively involved with our local community, planting thousands of plants in a park to make our world a better place to live. I got out of bed, faced the cold and rain, helped planted trees and was inspired by My Marvellous Mum and dozens of "ordinary people" doing extraordinary things...

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