How wondrous 

Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening.

Wherever this is gracing your screen I say that it’s a wondrous day to embrace the beauty of this grand space around us. 

It’s Friday! For those of you who have to hustle and bustle outdoors this leads into your vacation time hopefully. Those of you who don’t get the much needed weekend off this may be when you can sneak a little time in with friends and family who don’t have work or school. For those of us who work from home today may be the day to put down the work and enjoy the weekend. 

Take any moments that you can to squeeze out a hug or two. I’m a fan of physical therapy. Physical therapy can be different ways for different people, but human connection is the greatest of them. Sometimes the exchange of energy quiets even the most restless soul.

Today I am grateful for the sound of birds chirping. Sometimes I just sit and listen to them conversating with each other. Wondering what they’re talking about. I love music that includes them for meditation and relaxation purposes. Nature has many calming sounds and birds happen to be my favorite. 

Day 5 of grateful January. What sound are you grateful for. Feel free to tell me your sound of gratitude in the comments below and I send you all peace and blessings. 
C. L Cunningham 

Happy Friday y’all 

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